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I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

“Down here, we keep the most valuable of artifacts. A special silver chest was built to hold them all, a chest which took twenty years to build. Inside of that chest, you will find what you need.” As they continued, the room opened up, and Caitlin was shocked to see standing before them, waiting, dozens of vampires, all dressed in white, all with white hoods. They each held a silver goblet, each one filled with a white liquid. In the center stood a single vampire, a man with a long silver beard and piercing green eyes. He stared kindly at Caitlin and Caleb, holding a small silver goblet for each of them. The woman gestured for them to approach.

Killer But the evidence of the boy I once knew, no longer existed. The slight limp gifted to him by my sister when she knocked him also MIA, as his keen gaze watches me with a hard-eye stare. I knew Dexter first from his father's unorthodox connection with the Delroy family. It was a relationship built on a blood oath that was made many years ago. A price paid to secure they had a future that wasn’t coated with their past discretions. What exactly it was, is still yet to be known. And I wanted to know.

he shouted right back. And I had to agree with him. I did have a habit of overthinking everything. I wasn’t even sure when it had started. Maybe sometime after I had actually stopped doing things without any thought of the future. The day after my wreck. Every move I had made since I was fifteen had been carefully thought out. Until Erik had contacted the club. Until I had started working for Dionysus Rising. Until Jax. He had been the one thing I hadn’t needed to think about. From the moment I had seen him, I had known he was trouble, and I had wanted him regardless.

Nefertari explains. "Why would Sixten want revenge? I thought he was trying to rebuild Highmire?" Flavius suddenly questions. "Sixten despite being very powerful and one of the few remaining elder dragons, is no match for Lochness. During the Fires of Alira, it was believed that Lochness killed Sixten. However, Sixten managed to survive. He is afraid of Lochness and is likely trying to bring back Highmire to fight Lochness. He is after power and revenge but he will not get what he wants," Nefertari bites out.

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

"But I'm taking everything he owned. Someone killed him for a reason. I want to know why." Back at the packhouse, I lock myself in the office. Spread everything across the desk. The phone. The wallet. A set of keys that don't match any Iron Valley locks. I crack the phone first. No password. Sloppy. Derek was good at infiltration but terrible at operational security. The call log shows three numbers. All in the last twenty-four hours. I run them through Jax's network. The first is a burner. Dead end. The second is local. Iron Valley exchange. I flag it for follow-up.

I sat at the table and drank my coffee and registered this. Dexter came out at seven thirty. He saw the mug on the counter, registered the fact of it, the care that had gone into it, and he looked at her door which was not fully open and then he looked at the counter and something moved through his face that he controlled before I could fully read it. He picked up his coffee. He sat at the table. He looked at his phone. I watched both of them with the particular attention of someone who had been watching this situation develop for long enough to know the difference between a bad morning and a shift.

They come rushing in and tio is taking temperatures and Damaro is telling me and Aiden to put them both in the bassinets. “They are shaking, abuelo!” I said, and I feel tears coming down. I feel terrified. I don’t know what is happening. “I know, nieta. I have a feeling they are trying to shift.” Abuelo said. “SHIFT?! They were just born!” Austin said and it’s clear he is worried too. ‘Nyx? Help me out. Do you know anything?’ ‘Not a thing. Though, Shadow Maws shift earlier that regular wolves and Aiden is an Alpha. Maybe that could be why this is happening?’ Nyx said and I heard the worry in her voice.

“I’m sorry for your loss man, I really am. Now what do you say about just getting through this shit show without another loss?” Zombie glared at me with his jaw clenched. “Fine.” He paused. “Help me get him on the gurney.” Nothing felt fine by the icy stare he was giving me. This was my first time up and personal with the medical examiner. There was something familiar about him. Something about the way his bright blue eyes sparkled behind the lens of his glasses, reminded me of someone but couldn’t place it. I shook my head to bring back the present and helped Dante with Aaron’s body.