LOGINGregory Wolversen the Alpha of the Black River Pack. He was forced to banish his brother and declare him rogue for challenging his right for the pack. But his brother is mysteriously dead now on the other side of the country. Gregory knows there's a woman claiming to be his brother's bride, but the woman missing and no one has her name. What does she know about his murder? Did she kill him? His money and belongings have been accounted for. So is she a victim too? Aricka Daniels is a widow, a single mother and waitress/librarian who's struggling to survive. It's been seven years and she still looking over her shoulder. Widowed less than seven days after her wedding. She must come to grips with no home or job and a baby on the way that she was never able to tell her husband, Richard about. Her husband had told her to always stay away from his family because they weren't just rich but dangerous. For that reason she fears they might have had a hand in his murder and also fearing they might ruthlessly try to take her son from her. She never told them of him. Recently out of guilt she'd left a cryptic note informing them of his existence. The Black River Pack are the enforcers of the supernatural world in the area. It's their job to deal with the supernatural criminal element. If they don't then they will look weak to the North American Ruling Council and lose the right to their territory. With Gregory's very own parents on the Council they would suffer a lost of power that would rock the supernatural community as a whole. Can he do it all and find his mate and Luna to keep his pack stable?
View MoreThe morning started early, with grey skies and a hell of a lot of noise. Last-minute boxes of food and supplies were being transferred to trucks to compensate for the sudden doubling of Max’s pack size. His mother had stopped him and informed him she had taken the young pups’ names. In the New Year, she would add them to the NARC registry of his pack. So it was official. He had a pack, and it was happening at least on paper. A quick text message to Jenna, and he was rounding up every damn person coming with him. They weren’t all outside after breakfast because one of the younger ones was hiding somewhere and it was like an Easter Egg hunt for her. If he thought life would
When Max finally got back to the major crowd, and that’s what it had become as curious pack members came in to offer their help. While getting the scoop on what happened at the front gate.He was no longer used to this many people, and it was wearing on him, with the pain dull throbbing in time to his slowly fraying nerves.Max couldn’t leave these pups, but he was also itching to speak to each one of them. Just so, he knew how to integrate them into his pack. He’d have to do that when he got home from here and then keep a very close eye on everyone.What he found was a memory of the past ringing with a lilting voice of his mother as she read a new poem, she had found but fit so well into their lives. It was as if they had made it for this moment.Max had missed most of the opening refrains of the poem. But it was as if it spoke to him, and his mother claimed the ti
Aricka had received several texts from Allan and Jeff. The rogues were actually young adults lost in the war’s chaos. There were two injured and nearly thirty of them. The pups, as Edith firmly insisted on calling them, needed space to get clean. They were hungry and came with the clothes on their backs. Many were female, and they didn’t have any form of real leadership. They were there looking for guidance and a chance at survival without going rogue. Even their Druid family members chipped in to help. The sadness was physical when their story’s relayed to all. It was a physical example that hit the council members present in the face. This minor war had lasting effects throughout the Supernatural World. Others were not in the war but were suffering the lasting effects of loss because of the Lich’s victims’ deaths and those who had died in battle.&
It’s Yuletide, and they strictly enforced the rule of hospitality during this season. In Northern Ontario, it’s the only humane thing to do. It’s not truly the rule of law. But a moral tradition. They will give anyone who comes to your door space to sleep and a meal for the night. Until it’s safe for them to travel on. It doesn’t have to be fancy or even a bed: just a warm, dry place and simple food to eat. In a land where one could freeze to death within fifteen minutes of going outside, it’s needed even if they’re dressed for the season. It was a tradition from the old country. Now Gregory had to find this car off in a ditch and then deal with twenty-five to thirty more people to house and feed. Richard/Max… He had to get his name straight in his head before talking to these people.






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