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The Shadow Howlers Pack is the lycan king's chosen pack to assist with investigations and finding packs who are involved in criminal activity. Gunnar is the current alpha, and he hasn't found his mate yet. When he finds his mate Bianca, she is ready to leave the Last Moon pack. However, once they leave, they find out they may need to return because everything is not as it seems. King Zaiden trusts the Shadow Howlers more than any other pack, so when his new queen is threatened, he calls on them for help. Will the pack be successful in saving the queen from those who want her dead? Is there more to the queen than anyone realizes? Many secrets are revealed in this book that will keep you on your toes, always guessing what's going to happen next.

Being a She-Rogue is unheard of, and being an Alpha of Rogues is not accepted and is shunned by all werewolf packs. Evelyn Skylar fits into the role of an Alpha perfectly. No one can challenge her openly and win a fight. Her pack is framed as Rogues and Assassins by the High Council of the Werewolf community. Determined to achieve revenge against her enemies and redeem her pack's name, she embarks on a journey to uncover the main culprit in front of the werewolf committee. There is no time for finding a Mate in her Life, Evelyn has one purpose...REVENGE. Alpha Ryan Snyder - Evelyn's mate, does not take "NO" for an answer and harbors a deep hatred for rogues. What happens when his mate does not bow down to him and makes him stand on his toes trying to find her? She was a mystery that he feels compelled to solve all the while safegaurding his pack from threats of renegades. Driven by his instincts, Ryan is determined to uncover the true woman beneath her cold exterior. At the same time, he must address a dangerous menace that poses a threat to all the packs in the neighboring territories.

Kael Vaelor is the sole survivor of the brutal massacre that wiped out the Silverfang wolf-shifter clan. His parents, his kin, his entire bloodline are slaughtered by Vortigern and his feared organization, the Crimson Shadows. From that night onward, Kael grows up with only one purpose burning in his chest: revenge. Years later, just as Kael finally closes in on Vortigern, fate intervenes in the form of Liora—a kind, beautiful waitress whose warmth and compassion cut through his hardened exterior. Their romance is intense and consuming, filled with passion, stolen nights, and whispered dreams of leaving the past behind. Betrayal strikes from the deepest place—Liora is secretly connected to the Crimson Shadows and played a role in the destruction of the Silverfangs. Overpowered and broken, Kael is beaten without mercy and thrown from a deadly cliff, left for dead. Believing Kael gone forever, Liora is consumed by grief and regret. Months pass in mourning until Dax, a loyal member of the gang who has always admired her, steps in to comfort her. Slowly, he earns her trust and heart, and she begins a new life at his side. Years later, Kael returns. Rescued from the brink of death and trained by a mysterious master, he comes back stronger, colder, and more dangerous than ever—an unstoppable force shaped by pain and survival. The city that once buried him now stands in his shadow. As Kael hunts down the Crimson Shadows, he also seeks answers from the woman who once meant everything to him. What remains between them—love or hatred, forgiveness or destruction—will decide the fate of everyone involved. The last Silverfang has come home… and his revenge is far from over.

The day I was awarded the highest service medal, I got a call that my grandfather had died. My superiors approved emergency leave, and I rushed straight back to the family estate without stopping. The moment I reached the hillside cemetery behind the house, what I saw snapped something inside me. Our family burial ground had been completely leveled. My parents' graves had been dug open. Their urns had been turned into flower pot bases, with dark-red roses planted right on top of them. My grandfather's coffin had been split apart. His body was left exposed in the dirt, already starting to rot. And my younger brother, Jerry Horton, who was on the autism spectrum, was being ordered around like a laborer by my husband's assistant, Digby Wolfe, hauling construction materials back and forth. I lost it. I grabbed Digby and slammed him into the ground with a hard shoulder throw. "You touched my family's graves and made my brother do manual labor. Are you trying to get buried here with them?" Digby coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, sneering at me. "This was Mr. Gray's decision. He said your family plot is in a good location, with plenty of space. It's perfect for building a golf course for the future Mrs. Gray. In Joule, Mr. Gray is the law." His tone was icy. "And who do you think you are?" I swallowed my rage and called Marshall Gray. "I hear you run Joule," I said. "Well, I'm about to change that."

On the day of my wedding, my fiance suddenly announced that he had already registered his marriage with my sister. The system declared my mission a failure and sentenced me to be erased in a car crash. Just as despair closed in, Wayne Kinsey threw himself in front of me to save my life—and lost the use of his legs because of it. Later, I was given another chance to choose a new target, and I accepted his proposal. But five years into our marriage, I overheard a conversation between him and a friend. "Wayne, your crush already has a husband and children. Your legs are healed too. Aren't you going to come clean with Arden?" "No. Arden will always be a risk. Only if she keeps feeling guilty will she stay away and let Naomi have her happiness." As his familiar but cold voice echoed in my ears, my tears fell like beads of a broken string, and that was when I finally realized the so-called salvation Wayne had given me had been nothing but a lie through and through. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on to this sham of a marriage.

I was a famed assassin. She knew my name. Everyone did. Feral. Death's very own hound. But she was the one that'd left our hut in the dead of night. And I wasn't one to forget something like that. I'd gone looking for her when she left things the way she did. She was nowhere to be found then. Yet here she is now. Standing in my tavern. With her cloak in a pile around her ankles and offering me her body in plain view of every rogue in here. Bold move. But she was nothing if not that. She thought I'd give in and said yes to this venture to rescue someone she loved because of some misplaced honor. Not in the least! I said yes because I intend to wreak vengeance on her, for what she did to me. Every chance I get, I'm going to make her miserable. And I'm going to take great pleasure in doing so. Welcome to my world Warrioress. Where the price of vengeance comes much higher than a bit o' coin.