Heath couldn’t believe Amber was at the gates asking to see him and her friends. The woman almost climbed him like he was a tree on a hot summer day, and she wanted to lounge in his shady branches. That was humiliating, and he was sure that those old women getting their hair and nails done. Why a female wolf shifter needed her nails done confused him to no end. He thought shifting would be difficult or the paint would come right off.There she was. His mind went straight to what she smelt like. Even over all those chemicals in the salon. Standing beside her car, perfectly put together. The light reflecting off her hair, she instantly saw him, then smiled and happily waved to him.His reaction to her hit him securely below the belt. Like all his blood rushed from his brain straight to his crotch. Heath had to resist the urge to adjust himself. Gods, he hoped none of the guys spotted it. He’d never hear the end of how Amber could lead him around by his cock like he was on a leash.As he

Ty got word from Ben they’d found something on an old phone in the rubble that was the office of the Hollow Wood Packhouse. “I’m sending you a copy of a recording from this phone, Ty. I think we can be sure that the hunters didn’t kill Russell, but they may have done something to Jack. It’s sick. I think it’s Russell’s old phone and Jack must have kept it. Someone put a recording app on it and that’s what I’m sending you. I suspect they took Jack alive as payment for Russell’s debts.” Ben’s voice said over the phone to Ty. He accepted the email with a file of phone conversations. There weren’t many. A call from Jack and Russell where Jack was trying to make Russell see the reason about going into Ty’s territory. Another one was from an unknown number, of threats galore laced into the conversation. Something was off about the voice. Like it was a recording that Jack was responding to, and he didn’t know it. “Ben, bring the phone back with you. Get Mikey to l

“It’s confirmed, Jack was not among the dead. Russell’s been found, and he’s been dead awhile. I won’t tell you where he was found or how. I don’t want you having nightmares. He hadn’t been burned or buried.” Ty and Rose were in the office of the Shadow Pack sorting out the information coming in finally from many sources. “That bad? He was my father either way. We should bury him, just to keep him from harming anyone as he… Uh… returns to the earth.” Old legends told of dead werewolves or wolf shifters dying and returning as a monstrous version of a vampire. It wasn’t true, but traditionally to prevent this, they cremated their dead or buried them deep in the ground. It was considered an honour to be cremated because there was nothing left to link the soul to, and they could continue their life’s journey. Burying the dead was punishment or torture. Because they believed it, the soul could linger here, attached to their body. “You’re comfortable with that option?” T

Dr. Michael Paxton, Heather’s father, tried to keep his mind on his work but what his daughter said and the confirmation he received from Roger. The apology was killing him, as were the memories he experienced, as he couldn’t stop thinking back to that time so long ago. The guilt and anger were just so much for him. He and Mae were having difficulty financially and in their relationship. Heather was just learning to toddle when Mae disappeared. The house, the practice, and the new pup were a lot on Mae and Michael failed to see it. With the care of multiple packs, his hands were full to the point of being overloaded. They were both exhausted and now Michael saw the struggle Mae had with depression after Heather was born. But, at the time, he’d been blind to it. Now it was all too late. There would be no way that he’d tell Heather about her mother’s struggles. He prayed Heather wouldn’t need to battle the same depression, too. When he started looking for Mae, it was pr

Ty watched the Ruling Council’s engineer climb out of the tunnel. He dusted off his jeans and smiled at Ty. “It looks like they built this place to last. The tunnel is fine. The house? Not so much. But there’s a difference between the fire and the mostly wood structure of the packhouse. They cut the tunnels from stone and the fire wouldn’t affect them because it didn’t get hot enough if it had gotten down there. The fire didn’t go down there though, so it’s all a moot point. There are rooms down there on either side of the tunnel, but without a way to open the doors, I can’t tell you if they’re safe. Also, before you ask, I didn’t even hear a rat move down there. So, if there are people down there, they stayed silent. I’ll state my reputation by saying the tunnel is safe as far as I got. But it appears to go on for quite some time. The rooms off the sides are an unknown.” “What do you think they made them for? What was their purpose?” Ty hadn’t found anyone that was awar