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Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

A beautiful, devastating smile ghosts across her lips, completely stealing what little breath I have left. ​Dax bursts into the room, thick rolls of blueprints under one arm, Reed right at his flank. The pack link swells instantly with lethal purpose. The shadows are whispering from the east, but for the first time since the grove, the storm in my blood feels like pure, unadulterated strength, not a curse. ​Liora’s hand secretly brushes mine under the edge of the table. A silent promise, etched in silver and storm. ​

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

The book on my lap was about how to organize a party. “NO!” I laughed as he was already laughing hard enough his body fell back against the couch. “Ready for serious?” I asked. Slapping his arm. “One… two… three.” My mouth dropped when I realized what he put on my lap. “Is this a dark romance book?” Piercy’s eyebrow was raised.

“One night at a time.” Dawson’s eyes closed. His hands tightened slightly at my waist. And slowly, his breathing deepened, not peaceful, not perfect, but real. He slept again, held in the fragile shelter of my presence. I lay awake for a long time, staring into the dark. Outside, the street was quiet. Inside, a man with storm grey eyes finally rested, and I listened to the soft sound of his sleep while fear paced the perimeter like a predator. Somewhere out there, Trent had spoken my name into a microphone like a promise. And I knew, with aching certainty, that the next line he crossed would not be a porch light. It would be blood.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Rebekah dropped the folder back into her hands, their palms sliding together in a brief, heavy warrior’s grip to bind the contract before they vanished in opposite directions through the dark. Across the district, inside the private chambers of the Onyx Moon Den, Sienna Okafor couldn't maintain the elegant, compliant expressions she had been putting on for the last three hours. She shoved her crystal glass across the dark wood table, trying to swallow down the suffocating resentment building in her chest before she finally lost her temper and dialed her pack patriarch.

Shrugging it on, I walk out into the morning drizzle. My boots stick and slosh in the mud with every step as I march down the shadowy street. When I reach Phoenix Fire, the door swooshes open before I can even touch it. Looking up, I'm met with Neron's warm green eyes as he waves me inside. Without saying a word, I step into the shop, being sure to wipe the mud from my boots with a rag that Neron hands to me. "You're here early is the princess not comin to meet you today?" he inquires, looking over from cleaning a copper chest piece.