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"Wolverine doesn't wear a shirt and has metal claws. Isn't he also a wolf?" Damon laughed at what I said, even though I wasn't making a joke. I got to my feet and faced Damon. "Wait a minute, I'll just go check on Granny," I told Damon. He nodded, so I left my room. DAMON I closed my eyes because I was still trying to stop touching Ady. I clenched my fist to keep it from shaking. I can still hear the heavy rain coming in from outside. Every time it hits the roof, I can feel its strength.

It echoes all around us, making it impossible to know where the voice is coming from. “The wendigo,” Easton and I say at the same time. “Do you have a silver knife?” I ask Easton. “Of course.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls one out, handing it to me. I give it to Lucas, knowing he has the best chance of all of us to cut out the thing’s heart. “The wendigo is high on demonic energy, making it ten times harder to kill. We need to get you out of here now.”

Hunted and killed by those who fear us. Catori skipped a few more pages until she came across a page mentioning the name ‘Nightwing.’ The image it showed was of a golden dragon, surrounded by olive trees. (The oldest and most cherished son of Apepi, Nightwing, ruled the kingdom of Britannica for many centuries, before the son Roma challenged him. Simply because he didn't like his soft nature, there was no battle as expected, because Nightwing willingly gave up the throne. Later, it was made known that he had found his mate among the humans, which is taboo amongst his people.)

I asked. “I saw a man who believed he still had a claim. Like he still has possession of you.” “I am not a possession!” I defended. “You are my Luna,” Hayden said with a faint smile. “And that makes me what? A symbol? A trophy?” I asked. “It makes you the face of Nightwing,” he replied. “And what does that make me as a woman?” I asked, but he did not answer. “Say it,” I push. “What does it make me?”

Plus they want information about Blackwing. *What kind of help?* *They're coming here. NOW. Going to set a trap for when Dante comes at midnight. Get you and James out. Hide you. New identities. Everything.* *Grey that's insane* *It's the only option. Dante comes at midnight. You have 10 hours. Chen's people will be here in 15 minutes. Wake James. Get him on board. This is happening.* Novalee stared at the phone, her heart hammering. Then she typed:

46 | D A M I E N ' S R E Q U E S T *** Ginny only got a quick wink from Damien, indicating that Ginny didn't need to think about it. And that made Ginny calm again. "I didn't expect a day like this to come! If you are wondering, during the first great war between werewolves and vampires, Aaron Coldnight was not the only person who could corner the three of us. However, there is one more person, he is a pure descendant of the werewolf's ancestors. That person is Kendrick Zacharias, the Silver Moon. Together with Aaron Coldnight who is nicknamed the Golden Sun, the two of them, the Gold and Silver pair, are the two most troublesome opponents."

Curiosity bit at her. Who would be calling him in the middle of the day? Weren't all the vamps meant to be fast asleep by now. This must be the equivalent as a two am call for any human, so it may be important. Tentatively she reached out, being careful not to wake him up as she slid her hand up inside his jacket. Her fingers ran along the velvet lining moving slow and methodically until she located the pocket and grabbed the phone, being careful not to let the still vibrating phone touch him as she retrieved it. Her eyes stayed locked on him the entire time she was moving, making sure that he stayed asleep She wasn't sure how he'd react if he saw her sneaking a look at his phone. Satisfied

She hardly slept after signing off from Cock Robin, her mind a witches' brew of erotic photos, erotic language, Cock Robin's erotic orders and the knowledge that if she agreed to play this game her whole life could change. At seven o'clock in the morning she was standing at the door of her friend, Marti, holding two steaming cups of mocha latter and a bag with two cinnamon tolls. "Trick or treat!" she said brightly when Marti dragged the door open, hair hanging in her eyes, sleep shirt rumpled. "Only you get the treat first." Marti peered at her with bleary eyes. "Do you have any idea what friggin' time it is?"

I have absolutely no objections to that. Once he has me all up in a lather, I push him to his back and give him the same treatment across his chest. He has surprisingly sensitive nipples. Which is adorable. The teen still inside me is screaming with giddiness at having her mouth on Damon Montreal, the CEO of Sphinx Prime. That most bachelorette in this city covets and would literally die for to be in his pants. And him being a mafia boss just add to the dangers I am willing to look past.

———————————— Standing before the gloomy abandoned hallway of the East Wing I am well aware of the whispers of Shadow seeking permission to enter and feast. Cobwebs swing, dust covers the ground in thick nests and darkness devours the walkway like haunting memories. I see through this chaos, and my gaze stretches far down, through the almost pitch darkness to the end of the hall, where a rusty door sits. Unopened for long before anyone can remember. Several Decades ago, these halls were vibrant, filled with laughter and hope. In the reign of another Night Wolf. Xirrian Adonis Prime. His journal swings in my hand and I glance down at it momentarily.