Black Sheep Brynne Weaver Audiobook Novels & Stories

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River shouts from across the field, where one of the sheep has decided that the vegetable patch is its new home. “I’m coming!” I yell back. The second sheep makes a sharp turn, nearly colliding with me before darting away again, absolutely determined to make this as difficult as possible. “Why are they so fast?” Rain groans somewhere behind me, still half-covered in mud. “Because you’re slow,” Sienna calls back, not even looking up from her recording. One of the sheep—a particularly aggressive-looking one with horns, I’d name that one Lucifer—decides to test the fence integrity by ramming it repeatedly with its head.

The smoke could give us away. We sat in the dark. Two wolves took their first watch. I tried to rest. My body felt heavy. The ground was hard and cold. I closed my eyes but sleep did not come easy. Then I heard it. Light footsteps in the snow. Graceful. Almost silent. Brynne. My heart beat faster. I sat up slowly. My knife was in my hand. The wolves around me stayed still but they were awake now too. Brynne’s voice came soft from the trees.

She shook herself: “Not now! Not to think! But he will have time to think about what he heard! Having somehow mastered herself, she went out and ran into Maxim. - Leah, - he tried to pull me to him, but I shook my head and pulled away. - It's all right, really. I need to finish the interview, - I went back with a decisive step, sat down on the carpet, waited until Maxim settled down next to me and there was silence. Without raising her eyes to the priest, she dropped: - Sorry, I accidentally delved, as you hope you understand, into not the brightest memories for me. Yes, you are right: I lost my virginity by force. At thirteen. It was an ordinary human man, - I dropped the words in the echoi

The rogue let out a piercing howl, still defiant and trying to escape, but Raven didn't give him a chance and sunk his sharp claws in his throat, ending the rogue's life. Raven pushed him aside and turned around. The fighting wasn't over yet. He howled and immediately joined in the fight. Meanwhile, with only a phone in her hand, Brienne wandered inside the forest. The howls and growls are getting nearer and nearer, making her shiver in fear. "Please, please," she whispered, clutching her phone to her chest while her free hand touched her belly. Although it was a bad idea, she still chose to come here. Brienne froze as the sound of rustling bushes broke the silence. Slowly, she turned around

Neal answered my question but I still couldn’t get it. “Yeah, so?” I guessed now my brain turned to jelly as I could be so stupid even Joe could catch the meaning of Neal’s sentence. “Then Hunt is Magnum Moonlight’s son. Am I right, sir?” Joe answered my question. Now, I got it. "Ow..." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I just discovered that I was a Nasriantra, making Andrea my sister. And not a while after, I found that she wasn't my sister. So what was the use of I felt sick of seeing my sister as a she-wolf with whom I wanted to mate.

I threw my head back and I howled like I’d never howled before. A raw, unfiltered cry tore from my soul. At first, the sound was small, strangled, barely a whisper against the wind. But then it grew—raw, aching, a cry of grief and longing that tore through the night. It wasn’t just a howl. It was a confession. A surrender. I howled for my family, for my pack, for her. For everything I had lost and everything I would never have. The sound echoed into the night, swallowed by the wind and snow, as I laid my soul bare under the watchful gaze of the moon.

She had held her own very well until the time came when we were permitted to interfere. Brynn had gotten me out of bed for a road trip but would not tell me where we were going. Luckily, she had the forethought to bring warriors with us. Then I came to find out that she had been having visions of my mate but did not tell me because she knew how hard it would be for me to hear about her but did not know where she was or if she was okay. And she had been right, so I would give her a pass on that.

I hear a noise from my right and then a soft voice asking, "Who are you and what do you want?" I turn to look, and I see a very pretty woman walking out of the trees. She walks toward the tent staring at me, and I'm just staring back like a crazy person. She has bright blue eyes and dark burgundy red hair. She's wearing a dirty gold shirt and jeans that have probably seen better days also she has no shoes on. She looks back at me, raising her eye brow, and I realize I still never answered her question. I shake my head and say "Oh I'm sorry. Hi, im Brianna. I was out for a walk and felt the need to come this way. That may sound weird, but it was like I was being pulled here or something."