CHAPTER #52DELAY NO LONGERLUCCA’S POV: “Where is Meredith.” Those words out of Ryder’s mouth haunted me, the hair rose on the back of my neck, and I felt my soul become cold. We couldn’t be looking at another kidnapping, could we? Was Evan crazy enough to come, or to send some one within yards of over 150 warrior wolves, three Alpha’s and the Alpha King to grab a Celtic witch, and for what reason? How would he have even known about her, or known she was here? He would have to be utterly mad! My face was blank and I heard a woman’s voice, and then a gentle petite hand shake my shoulder. “Lucca, snap out of it. What are you thinking? Undoubtably the girl just wandered off. She’s a witch, she will be fine in this area.” Evelyn said calmly, trying to gain my focus. However as I glanced at Ryder, I could tell by the expression on his face that nothing was fine, and my instincts, as well as Enzo screamed that the girl was gone. The problem was, I could

CHAPTER #54“TAKEN”BRIDGETTE’S POV: The blue haze that I was so familiar with now surrounded me in the darkness. Everything was silent, and I was alone. I could feel the claustrophobia overtaking me as I reached forward in the night searching for my escape only to feel and find nothing. The faint scent of menthol cigarettes lingered in my nose, and I could feel my anxiety rise, as I wanted nothing more than to break down and panic. To lose my self-control and cry, scream until I knew I was back into the arms of my loved ones. Instead, I stood in complete darkness, like an empty realm trying to swallow me. I felt the first distinctive squirm in my stomach, causing me to instinctively lower my hands protectively to my belly. I was feeling overwhelmed, I wanted to scream, yet I bit my lip and fought with the tears. I refused to be defeated because I was left alone in darkness. The silence was deafening, the blue haze cast me in a cocoon, illuminating only inches

CHAPTER #56“PROLOGED TO THE HYBRID MATES”(First Sequel of HIS HIGHLANDER LUNA and the HIGHLANDER SERIES) My memory is a blank space. I sit idly in the darkness while my mate sleeps in our bed, I have hence vacated to the love seat in our bedroom. I know my mate is a wolf, I can sense it, I can smell it, but I have no recollection of how or why I know any of this. Is he really my mate? Something in my heart tells me that I do indeed have one, although I do not have a wolf to guide me. I know I am not a wolf; my mate has told me that I am a witch, but I do not recall that either. I recall nothing. A clock ticked the seconds away, the sound echoed in my head, as I pulled my long walnut hair from behind my neck over my shoulder and played with the ends between my fingers, thinking silently to myself. Who was I? Was I always a witch? How did I end up here? I had a strange accent compared to everyone else in the castle, so I knew I was not local. For that matter, I