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he murmured suggestively. Caleb’s fingers trailed lightly down my spine. “We could start with round two,” he suggested, his voice low and husky. I pretended to consider his words, feigning reluctance. I knew they were only giving me a moment to breathe because, given the feeling of their hardness pressing against me, their soldiers were pretty angry. With boldness, I rose slowly, their eyes following my body as I moved to sit on my hind legs. “I guess round two it is.”

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

The tension in my shoulders began to ease, replaced by a sense of gratitude and renewed camaraderie. With our meal concluded, we exchanged warm goodbyes, and I finalized a time to return and discuss the details of a potential alliance with River. As we prepared to depart, River's castle faded from view, replaced by the familiar surroundings of my home as we materialized back into the comfort of my own space. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, grateful to be back in my own domain.

Dakota attempts to make a jab while he proceeds to happily ignore her, taking his personal victory. Retrieving the last item within the bag, I pull out a silver parcel. Carefully inspecting the velvet blanket folded up neatly, I unravel the charcoal silk ribbon tied meticulously around it—realising that something has been carefully tucked away inside. With grand embroidered images detailing the dated cloth, I unwrap it carefully before revealing an old leather book stored safely within. Marvelling over the light grey cover, I can’t help but study the beautifully drawn crest sat in the centre of the intricate design—carved perfectly with its lines tinted in a grand shade of crimson, appearing

It was a stupid mistake. Now I stood in front a bunch of motorcycles. Neil, Abby, Tommy, Vic, Alvin, Owen and Paul were all fixing things in the saddle bags. I took Kitty's bag and placed it in the bag on my bike carefully knowing that her spell book and supplies were in there along with a change of clothes. I then did the same with my bag on the saddle bag on the other side. My bike already had a tent and sleeping bag hooked onto it. Patrick and Colton were there to see us off as well and they were speaking quietly to Neil, Abby and Paul.

I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched everyone talking and making plans for Dawn and Lucia's pups. It had been a tough, risky ride, and I couldn't say we were unscathed, but we lost and we gained. And being together like that in happiness and fulfillment that had no rival. I won, we won. Destiny is fulfilled! Good News💃💃💃💃💃. My Brother My Mate book 2 is out. it is titled "My Wolf My Reign". Please check it out🥰😘🥰

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

Gunshots ring, but none of them even touch the creature because of the shield. "That's a griffin! From the Witches guild..." I say as realization dawns on me. The griffin, the shield, the vines! "Holy crap!" I yelp. "Those two called the witches." It makes so much sense because now as the shield surrounding the griffin shatters, I can see two people sitting on its back. Both men are dressed in the uniforms given in the Guild, and one man jumps off the back of the griffin to engage the guards with various protection spells.

Ayla wondered who she was. The griffins were bigger than Ayla expected. Not as big as the dragons, but big enough to carry an adult human on their backs. One griffin had white feathers on his wings, head, and chest, while the other had black feathers on his head and chest. The rest of their feathers were brown. On their backs, they had special saddles. “Ayla, Rhobart! Come and meet my daughter, Zell,” Atlas said as soon as he saw them. “Milton, you too!”

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."