Dot Warner Novels & Stories

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

I clenched my jaw to suppress the feeling his words stirred in me. Instead, I looked at the two troopers to see if the one he mentioned was there. They were both cute, and if this were before Logan, I’d have been interested. But now they do nothing for me. “Yes, there is a Trooper Bryant,” I answered. The trooper in question raised an eyebrow at his name and looked at me. “Luna?” he asked in a whisper that I’m pretty sure no one else heard. I blinked. ‘He’s a werewolf.’ Theia kindly pointed out. ‘Duh.’ I internally rolled my eyes.

to jet black and his skin was a beautiful copper tan. Did I get kidnapped by a model? I immediately jumped up and went to pull my gun from my holster only to realize it wasn’t there, “Who the fuck are you? Where am I? Where is my gun? Listen, just let me go. I don’t have anything for you! Let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone!” I was backing away from the man when I realized there were two more massive men standing behind the couch I had been laying on. “Uhh, ma’am, I found you just outside my property. You were knocked unconscious so I brought you here and my,” his eyes darted to the smaller of the two men, “friend here, Connelly, patched up that nasty wound on the back of your head. I’

The gun he used to shoot the needle into me is strapped to his back, spare darts containing wolfsbane attached to his belt. While they're distracted, I grab one of the darts and stab it into my father's leg, making sure he'll have to heal the human way. Instead of writhing in agony as I expected, he simply leans forward and with his good arm, pulls the dart from his skin, looking stronger than he did moments ago.

Mell couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. "Bestfriend, huh? Anyway, what was your question a while ago?" "How would you interpret this Donna thing, as well as the last line? Because I have a feeling, it will reveal our next clue. As warrior, we must decipher everything." "Of course. The Donna pertains to a authority. It's a pseudonym of a certain warrior, who was apparently a spy in the Clan." Mell stared intently at Ash, observing his reaction. He knew he was taking a bold risk, he had just implied to their enemy that there was a spy in the Clan.