Bound By Honor Series Novels & Stories

I knew we were no match for whoever was coming through the door we now faced, but we would not go down without a fight. “Oh dear.” The she-wolf chuckled as she entered the apartment and took in the sight of us prepared for battle. “Now, I’m not here for any of that.” “Who are you?” Rory demanded. “Oh, silly me, where are my manners. I am Honor. I come from the Priestess circle.”

he said, his voice gravelly with grief, "but our women and children must remain to bury the dead." Xareth’s smile was like a knife drawn slow. "Very well. But hear me, if you cross me, if you dare test my patience, I will return, and I swear it, not even a lizard will crawl on this soil when I'm done." The warrior met his gaze without flinching. "Nocthra Vane are bound by honor. Our word is law." They shook hands, flesh to flesh, a silent contract of blood and survival. The uninjured soldiers, grim-faced and empty-eyed, fell into step behind us.

“Selene, I hope you don’t think I was hiding things. I was going to come to you first as soon as we were certain.” I hesitated. “You look… tense.” I said “what’s wrong?” “There’s something you should know,” he said, stepping toward me. “We found a body. Near the northern border. Drained completely.” My breath caught. “Drained?” That can’t be He nodded. “There was no blood left in him, Selene. And the wound on his neck…” His expression darkened. “It’s the work of vampires.” My heart sank. “Surely the vampires aren’t going to violate the peace treaty”

“It’s 10 o’clock.” Luna glanced down at the slim watch on her wrist, 10 AM on the dot, she saw. She looked back up at Honor, she was dressed in a black ensemble. Black pants, boots and jacket that stopped at her knees. She looked like a warrior, but a classy one. Luna didn’t know much about the woman standing in front of her, but she knew it was safe to say that she was in the right business. And Luna didn’t care for the tug of guilt and shame that washed through her as she thought of what had transpired between her and Justin, Honor’s would-be fiancé. Luna was many things, but she wasn’t a woman a man cheated with.

I heard yelling as old, powerless men like Father ran under tables for shelter. No one was a saint here. The women and men were nothing but pawns of the devil. I sensed a presence behind me, and without turning, I caught the wrist and pushed his hand close to what I felt was his throat. His protests ended as soft liquid splashed on my shirt from behind. Another one came in front of me, and I grabbed the dagger from the already dead ally, swinging it into his skull before he could pull the trigger again. I was ready to strike at another presence I felt beside me. “Sir Cal, it’s your wife!” I swiftly turned to the voice, my brows furrowing as I watched one of my men walk up to me.

“The girl belongs to Valenti–Blood Moon. She was taken without consent. For the honor of our club, she must be returned immediately.” “Honor, you say?” I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself. It echoed across the courtyard, sharp and ugly, and for the first time, her composure cracked. “Honor?” I repeated. “From a pack that chains its own blood and calls it justice?” Her eyes flashed. “You overstep.” “No,” I said calmly, stepping closer, letting her feel the weight of my presence. “You came here thinking you could command me. That’s your mistake.”