Thank you so much for coming along with me on this adventure. This first book has proven to be extremely difficult. I’m sure you’re wondering if Sierra’s journey will end here, or what Zaiden will discover in Queen Esme’s journal. Well, I won’t keep you waiting too long. I will reveal all this and more in the novels that follow. Order of the Ambersky Pack Series: 1. Wolves & Magic (completed) 2. A Dark Revenge (TBD) 3. Hunting The Hunter (TBD)Following this series, there will be more stories. Thank you for your time. I can’t wait to share these stories with the readers who have read and will follow the paths of these fantastic characters. Thank you for supporting those who will read only this book. I hope you loved this novel from start to finish, and I can’t thank you enough for staying to read the last chapter! Also, don’t forget to add to your library, share, comment, and vote. May God bless each one of you! Until next time, Love Tara
I wanted to make your reading experience smoother, so I created a direct access to the next book in the Ambersky Pack Series. Continue scrolling to read the sequel, A Dark Revenge. > ’t accomplished in the years since my father’s and Sasha’s deaths. My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, restless. What did I accomplish? Nothing at all. Unless you count giving my pack hell after their deaths. Besides my failure as an alpha, my pack’s survival hung in the balance because I couldn’t prioritize my focus. Had I not focused solely on protecting my mate from the people wanting her dead, I would have realized how permeable my pack was. Then again, dwelling on that wouldn’t change anything, would it? It didn’t make me feel any better not knowing Bryanna’s whereabouts. Nor did it make me feel better knowing it could happen again. I took a sharp breath and dragged my h
[Pain II] SEBASTIAN At long last, I arrived at the pack hospital, breathless and soaked in Sierra’s blood. Her breathing had gotten weaker. Despite the pain coursing through my body, I refused to stop until I was certain she was in the doctor’s care. Rory stood outside the hospital, and as soon as he saw me, he ran to me. “Oh, Goddess, Sebastian, what happened? Who did this?” He asked, concerned. “I’m not sure, but whoever did this will pay!” I snarled, tightening my hold on my mate. “Where am I going? She has already lost a lot of blood.” Perhaps it was my voice that alerted her to my presence. I wasn’t sure, but my mother came sprinting around the corner with tears in her eyes. She ran up to me, trying hard not to betray her panic. “What happened, Sebastian? Who was it that did this to her? Oh, Goddess, my dear.” Her gaze flitted to Sierra as she reached out and brushed wayward strands of hair away from her face. “Mom, I need to get her to the doctor,” I told her and turned
[My Father’s Lies] Zaiden So many things have changed over the course of my marriage to this man. I have learned so much, though; I wish I didn’t. That monster. Even as I write this entry, my heart reels of bitterness and resentment toward him for what he did. His cruelty toward me, no problem. But the atrocious act he committed, that I can never forgive. It amazes me how my late king and I never saw him for who he is—a tyrant and a murderer. I suppose he is good at hiding his true intentions. One day, recently, I snuck out of my quarters—now known as my prison—needing a late-night snack when I overheard something I shouldn’t have. It floored me. The worst part is I can’t act on it. I needed to think about my unborn child. His safety comes first. After hearing what I did, I ran back to my room and locked myself away, only allowing the maids inside. I avoided that man like he’s the plague. I only have two days until this baby comes and until then, I must do all I can to protect
[Darkness] SIERRA Darkness. A dense, inky blackness that seemed to stretch into nothingness, unlike the usual moonless night. I couldn’t see a thing or hear a sound. Nothing to taste or smell other than darkness. Then panic gripped me, its frigid claws engulfing my body. My hands reached out, wanting to feel something—anything — but nothing was there. Nothing except emptiness and terror. The darkness seemed to go on indefinitely. That was when my worry transformed into full-fledged fear, and fear into unspeakable horror. I strained to scream. There was silence. What was happening? Where was I? Sierra! A meek voice, a whisper in my head. The darkness that had engulfed me for what felt like an eternity began to fade. In my consciousness, a pleasant voice drifted in and out. I could only hear a few words at a time. “... your eyes...” My eyes? What about them? What’s the matter with my eyes? Am I sleeping? “... a long time...” Time? What exactly is going on? Who is this woma
[Shadows In A Dream] ARIANNE After cleaning up at the little creek on the eastern side of the pack, I sped back to my room to await the man who had ordered Sierra’s assassination. I was certain it would please him to know I succeeded. Sebastian would never know I killed his first mate, and now his second mate was dead, too. He would be mine. “Arianne, two; Sasha and Sierra, nil. Oh, the sweet victory.” I sprawled out on the bed, waiting for either this mystery man to show up or sleep to take me. It didn’t bother me what I did. Even though Sebastian had taken her to the infirmary and they were doing everything in their power to save her. Sierra wouldn’t survive. I made sure of it when I sank my teeth into her neck. My eyes drooped, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I couldn’t sleep, though. Not yet, at least. I wanted to see the look on this man’s face when he realized I did what he asked. After today, I would never have to worry about another woman coming between Sebastian and me
[The Prisoner] SEBASTIAN “Ugh!” I groaned as the sun kissed my back, arms, and legs. It felt hot and painful everywhere. My head throbbed like someone had a sledgehammer whacking at it for hours. I suppose that was my fault, though. Had I not drunk as much as I did, this wouldn’t have happened. Not to mention, I could barely move my limbs. Try as I might, I couldn’t move. My body ached, my mouth was impossibly dry like I ate sand, and my limbs felt like jelly—all wobbly and uncoordinated. I forgot to add that I couldn’t open my eyes at all, and it wasn’t just because of my heavy eyelids, but also because of my sensitivity to the glaring sunlight. Mind you, werewolves didn’t get hangovers. It was almost impossible, especially with human alcohol. Our bodies healed too quickly for the booze to settle. Yet somehow, the amount I consumed last night was enough to knock out an elephant for a month. Perhaps longer. I tried moving again, this time pushing up on my arms and knees. Even get
[The Prisoner II]SEBASTIAN“If you don’t know why you’re here, how can you say you didn’t do it? What didn’t you do?” I scanned her face, watching for any telltale signs of lying. Arianne was an open book; she hid nothing. My heart felt like it would pound out of my chest as our eyes locked, hers asking me to believe her.“I know, which is why I’m telling you I’m innocent of whatever they’re saying I did. Sebastian, you know who I am. Am I the kind of person to commit a crime, whatever it may be?” She stretched her arms across the table, keeping her gaze fixed on me.Atticus tried to take control, wanting to jump across the table, wrap my hands around her scrawny neck and squeeze until she spit out the truth, but I stopped him. Her blood wasn’t clean enough to have on my hands. We wouldn’t be any better than her if we did.“Where were you last night before midnight?” I asked her, watching to see her reaction, though I didn’t have to wait long, which was disappointing.“In my room—alo