Up they rose, the Alpha Tri mates, hand in hand trapping Magnus in the circle, each one using their power to push against him, paralyzing the Vampyre while they headed towards the dark vortex opening up in the sky. With a scream that Isabella would never forget, the Tri mates hurled themselves into the hole, knowing they wouldn't survive the crushing pressure of the entry...and with their sacrifices came life for the werewolves they left behind.
Isabella Stalker, Luna of The Howling Warrior pack sat by her mate's bedside. Her belly was slowly healing a
Raeann Romano stepped out of the limo, aided by her mate as she solemnly eyed the small church by the village square. Candles were lit, lighting the way intermingling with the fireflies, and hundreds of wolves stood in silence to honor the Tri mates, waiting to say goodbye to her brother. "Valenar, I don't think I can do this." Her lower lip trembled, and she buried her head in her mate's shoulder, wanting only to get lost in his arms and forget the pain. The flashbacks and memories leading up to that day were crippling. Why couldn't she understand? How could she have let this happen? Her brother had died because of her ignorance, and the guilt that came with that knowledge was unbearable.
Santos felt the change in the air, and the sound of hundreds of wolves howling chilled his bones. The ceremony of the dead was about to begin, and soon his son's body would burn on the pyre, sending the vessel back to the Moon Goddess.The sound of stilettos broke the haunting silence of the cells, and Santos felt a small sliver of apprehension run through him, wondering who was paying him a visit at this hour.A hooded figure appeared in the small square that allowed the guards to view their prisoners and glowing green eyes glared malevolently at him as Morgana faced her father's head minion."Hello, Santos." Her husky
WARNING GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE AHEAD PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH.
SIX MONTHS LATER.My charge was slowly gaining his strength back. When I dragged him back to my cave, Santos was barely alive. I gave him some of my blood, and then I broke his neck. When he woke up, he was a Vampyre. Since then, I have been teaching him about our way of life; he's a fast learner.Dad was gone. I could hardly believe it. The Vampyres had scattered to the four winds, and I was left alone in my coffin, forgotten. Jezzabelle, my mother, had left me with M
The sound of rain thundering down on the roof should have been enough to wake him up, but for some reason, his body was not responding. There was nothing but silence in his head, no smart ass wolf giving him hell or helping him to swim up from the darkness, and the Alpha felt the unfamiliar stirrings of panic start to spread throughout his core. Snippets of conversation could be heard every now and again, disjointed sentences mainly, although whenever she visited, Bella's scent had him crav
Isabella had more family. She could barely believe it, but staring at the little girl telling her these fantastical things, instinctively, she knew Maeve was telling the truth.Suddenly Santos’s trips away to the mountains made more sense, and how reserved her Mama was whenever he would return,had she known?It felt like an information overload for the tired Luna.
Isabella waited with bated breath as Maeve entered Shadow's hospital room. Everything was as she had left it. Her heart of hearts still slept, tubes were everywhere, and Dr. Packard stood monitoring him with a puzzled look on his face. He looked up as the Luna entered and smiled at the close family resemblance indicating the same parentage for the two young ladies."Is there any change?" Bella asked hopefully, and David shook his head, hating that he had to keep disappointing her. Meanwhile, Maeve had glided forward and gazed down at her sister's mate. For a minute, her brow furrowed as if she was having an internal conversation, and then she clo
Every sense was heightened to the point where it was almost painful. Santos was no longer a wolf.For the first few weeks, he had begged for death, pleaded on his knees, with blood tears dripping from his red eyes, but Lenore turned a deaf ear to his cries, disgusted at his insinuation that vampirism was somehowinferiorto being adog.