Kill Team: Brood Brothers Novels & Stories

His voice had no trace of life. “I can’t do that. At least not yet.” T-Murek leaned towards him, whispering in his ear. “I made a promise to your mum not to kill you until you come of age.” A knot formed in his throat. “You knew my mum?” “I killed your mum—” he whispered in his ear. “Just as I killed your dad—and your brother too. I killed them all, every single one of them. None was spared.” Kevin felt his throat burned. “I had a brother?” He swallowed hard.

"My youngest brother was only fifteen when he died. He'd just had his first shift. Was so excited to be a real wolf finally." "What was his name?" "Thomas. We called him Tommy." Kael's voice was thick with old grief. "I wasn't there when it happened. I was away, fighting with Aldric's forces. By the time I got home, my whole family was gone. Slaughtered by the Blood Moon Cult—the same one we're hunting now." I took his hand. "Is that why you fought them so hard?" "Yes. And why I fought Aldric when he wanted to use their methods." He looked at me. "I lost my first family to the Cult. I won't lose my second."

Damien, Jax, and Ronan, their eyes glowing with the same rage I felt. "Avery, what the hell happened here?" Damien shouted, sliding to my side first, his hand gripping my shoulder hard while scanning the hovering helicopters. "Skoll's gone? Talk fast. Those birds are reloading." "They killed him," I snarled, voice shaking but steady with purpose. "Missile straight on. Lila's doing. I'm blinded by it, Damien. We end this fleet now. All of it. You three with me?" Jax cracked his knuckles, already shifting partially, claws out. "Damn right we are. Grief or not, you're not charging alone. Ronan, flank left. I'll take the ridge. Avery, you call the shots. What's the play?"

Broady straightens up, and while he looks at me, “Beta Academy is going down. Revenge will finally be mine.” “Matty, come on,” Shannen says. “Whose that?” Broady asks after hearing Shannen’s voice. He spies Shannen. “Oh, I like the look of you, sweetheart. You look good enough to eat,” Broady says before licking his lips. Matty’s bones start popping and cracking as he shifts. Killian must have forced the shift when Broady threatened Shannen.

Possible Trauma Triggers Kyle POV I decided to come to see my uncle alone today. Something is telling me that after what he found out the other day he isn’t going to give me a lot of problems. As I walk in I notice that Abby’s cell is empty. Good. I never did hear back anything about the blood work they did. I’ll have to remember to ask Quinn about it. I did ask about Dylan. I found out that he is one of four brothers or the Thatcher brothers as they are known around the pack. Dean is the oldest then there is Nolan, Dylan and Axel. I was told that Nolan has recently moved back here to the pack with his mate Cassy after finishing his schooling in psychology. The other three are warriors here

"The Brothers have been watching Winslow. They know your routines, your security measures, your weak points. When they attack and they will attack it's going to be brutal." "Let them come," Cameron said coldly. "We'll be ready." I wished I shared his confidence, but fear had wrapped its icy fingers around my heart. The Brothers of Vengeance had killed an Alpha, murdered a Luna, and orchestrated chaos across multiple packs. What chance did we really have against an enemy that organized and ruthless? As if sensing my thoughts, Cameron pulled me closer. "We'll get through this," he whispered. "Together." I nodded, wanting to believe him. Wanting to believe that love and unity could triumph over

When at last Kate caught up to them, she didn't show up alone. “What part of forcefully retired actually means you're fired did you not get, Kray Kray Katie?” said Keira, holding up a gun to her sister's head. “I'm Katherine Dormer. I don't get pushed out,” said Kate sternly. By now, all three siblings were in a standoff, guns aimed at each other. “Katherine, Keira. So nice of you both to drop by, but we really must be going,” said Neil. These were trained assassins, one as good as the other in their own way. All well versed in the other's strengths and weaknesses. But at this close range, it hardly mattered. It was anyone's guess who would be the last assassin standing if they all pulled th

Zayn chuckled. “What my brother is trying to say is that, if you want your families to live, you need to give us the names of every Alpha that swore fealty to you and you need to do it now.” Zach added. “I believe what my boys are trying to say is that if you refuse to do what we’ve asked of you, you’ll be sent back to your individual white rooms and every 12 hours, I’ll kill a member of your family in front of you—one from each side and I’ll dump the body inside the room with you until there aren’t any more members of your families left to kill.”

I fight, thrash, twist, every muscle screaming in an all-out effort to break free. “Let go of me! Quinn is lying! She tried to drown me! She’s a killer!” My voice tears into a ragged shriek. “You really think you could fool anyone?” Brad cuts in. “You tried to kill Quinn because she confronted you about your pathetic manipulation, and now you shift the blame to her? You’re done, Peyton. You just assaulted a guest and threatened a family member. You’re leaving this house as a criminal. And trust me, you will pay for what you did.”

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”