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S U M M E R My little minion took her sweet time getting ready for bed. When I walked in, she was still chattering away, holding out one of three different books for us to read. "That one, Mommy! I love alligators. And wolves. Do we have any books about wolves?" Only my daughter would choose an alligator book over a cheerful dog or a cuddly teddy bear. But wolves? "I don't think we have any wolf books, but how about a doggie story?"

Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love (This book's timeline runs between Noah's book, and ends between A Broken Alpha, and Reid's book. But should not be read before A Broken Alpha) 4) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 5) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 6) River Pack and the Vampires

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

Inanna was way back in my mind, almost hiding, but she didn’t give me a nervous vibe. Maybe this was something she wanted me to discover for myself; maybe she thought it best not to tell me. Either way, I knew she had her reasons and eventually she would have to come clean with me. As Wilson left the library, I went down to the first floor, found myself a comfy couch, and opened the book. I flipped through it looking for anything about my wolf's spirit, other great wolves were named along with a history of how their wolfs came to be, and how the moon goddess mated and produced offspring. A few pages in and my eyes froze on the page:

Just because you hate dogs doesn't mean you have to kill them. Don was on his phone, his fingers moving as if he were texting his friend, and then starting the truck engine as he backed away from the parking spot and then drove down the nightly street.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

She tidied up the displays and straightened the shelves, humming softly to herself. Almost immediately after Marcus left, a little boy with a mop of unruly brown hair skipped up to the counter. A gap-toothed grin spread across his face as he held up a book cover depicting a group of dogs dressed in musketeer attire. "Excuse me, miss," he chirped, his voice brimming with excitement, "Do you have the newest Canine Musketeers book?" Lila smiled warmly. "The Canine Musketeers, eh? Excellent taste! Let's see if we can find it for you."

“Get the girl.” I knew they were talking about me and not the terrified woman. Turning my head to face the suited men who had swarmed into my room, I pulled my lips back from my teeth in a snarl. Like a trapped animal, I growled at them. Not that it made any difference. They laughed at my show of defiance. I pressed down harder on Domino’s chest. My hands were already stained red. His eyes were shut.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—