Balto Steele Novels & Stories

Most of our pack has shifted and stand on high alert growling and snarling at the 20 rogues, but the one in the middle, the one holding my pup, I know is my beloved grandfather, Vincent DeLuca. Ceasar continued to growl as he slowly stalked forward. The scarecrow held Abi's back to his chest with one arm and a knife to her throat with the other as he stood surrounded by now rogue wolves. I was beside Gabe and whispered, "can you get a clean shot at his head?"

“Dinner out here. On the balcony. It’s better company than the walls. The night is cold, and it is only a matter of time before winter hits. And normally, that might call for no more dinner in the balcony if it is snowing. I wouldn’t mind, but I am not the one who puts the rules in this place.” “At this point, I believe that you do.” He said, making me smile. For a second, I thought he might refuse, Dominic Salvatore, the Alpha who dined behind closed doors, at a table filled with silverware that he most likely didn’t even bother using… not under the stars. But then something in his face softened, almost too subtle to catch. “Dinner on the balcony,” he repeated. “You drive a hard bargain.” “

He asks with a slight smirk, his blue eyes dancing. “Alpha Scarlett wanted to talk to me about the possibility of werewolves being around her pack lands—this was before we found this poor guy—and then stay for a meeting tomorrow morning with her parents and Leader Bruno tomorrow morning.” Raul says diplomatically. And it is the truth. He’s just leaving out our dinner date and the raucous good time we had after dinner. “Leader Bruno? Why’d you call him?” Connor asks, surprised that I would have reached out to a bear shifter, given the often-strained relationships between bears and wolves.