Lonesome Dove Book Series Novels & Stories

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams. My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.

, two of which were currently facing off at the central compound that connected all the houses. "Hey, what's going on?" "Hey! Get outta my way I said I wanna see what's happening!" And here comes Carlos of the midnight wolves, a fan favorite among all his housemates, he is THE Predarian to have your back during a fight. He usually represents the 'pack' when his older brother isn't around. "Whoaaa, it's Carlos Grey. Looks like he's coming over to make some trouble. What should we do, Miss Evelyn?" A lanky looking white suit came walking to the scene all slow and nerdy, adjusting his glasses as he did so.

I blurt out without shame. But Henry Cavill is indeed hot. "Better not let Don hear you say that." I smile at Landon. "Don already knows. If Henry Cavill is sex on the beach, Don Wolfe is a god." "Okay, nope, I don't want to hear any more of you and Don's sex life." I chuckle and sit back beside Solomon, who is swiping his tablet. "You seem calm when you almost try to kill Landon," I tell him. "If I get my mind off killing that bastard, then yeah, I'm calm." He's calm but still

The lycanthrope followed the trance of his Mate with dogged determination, until he reached a small mound of rocks. Gazing upon the pile of rubble that was large enough to easily encase a human body as he stood frozen beside them. Luther was prevented from moving for a while by the overwhelming anxiety that squeezed his heart, until one last desperate bid prompted him to dig. Pulling back slabs of rock and casting away pebbles haphazardly with his paws in the hope of retrieving his Mate from the wreckage. The Lycan finally uncovered enough ground to find the trail of blood that was smeared across the cracked floor of the ravine.