Lonesome Dove Trilogy Novels & Stories

I held Elara close, her warmth against my chest a comforting reminder of the bond we shared. As we nestled by the flickering flames of our campfire, a rustling in the underbrush drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat, my senses tingling with a mix of curiosity and caution. And then, emerging from the shadows, was a figure I had never expected to see again—Alpha Lucas, flanked by Beta from the Blood Moon Tribe.

His right-hand man, Arnold, held him by the waist in a death grip, even resorting to pressing a pistol grip against the back of Dante’s head to stop him from actually following me into that death zone. The live signal had been cut, but the image of the Don kneeling and wailing before the eyes of the globe had already become an indelible stain on the Moretti family’s honor. Dante stayed at the cliff’s edge for three days and three nights. He didn't eat. He didn't drink. He just let the rain soak through his black wedding tuxedo. He stood there like a soul-less statue, staring fixedly at the river downstream. Anyone who tried to approach was forced back by his murderous glare.

“Don’t they travel in packs?” “They do,” Kenzie offered. “How do you plan on tagging a pack?” I asked with concern. “You’re just one person.” “There are what we call lone wolves,” Oscar explained. “They’re low on the totem pole and will sometimes be so mistreated that they leave the pack and go it alone. They’re who we’re wanting to study. We want to see if they remain alone or if they eventually find a new pack.” “That doesn’t sound easy,” I observed.

"Let's go have a baby." Easy for him to say. … A note from the author: Thank you for reading The Valiant Trilogy! If you'd like to find out more about this trilogy or read my other series you can find information about all of my books on my website: www.authormeganmatthews.com Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.

He whispered. His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again. Breath in. Breath out. Breath In. Breath out. Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.

I sat on the chair away from them, but they didn't say anything. Elias started rattling off names of movies and Xander and I took turns vetoing each one until he came to the ole movie "Somewhere in Time" with Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. "That's my all-time favorite movie," I said, taking a bite of my pizza, not sure if I was in the mood to watch a love story or not. "Well, then! It's settled." Elias popped the movie into the DVD player and the figures started moving along the screen. But as I watched the movie, my thoughts went to Nightshade, wondering how big their numbers were and who they might attack next.

It was a white gold clip with dark blue gems on it, and while I loved it and thanked him, I was also conflicted inside. I hopped in my car and we started driving. We had about an eight hour drive a head of us and decided we would stop for food and eat while we drive for lunch so maybe we could get to my home for dinner as of right now it was almost eleven am. We made the trip pretty fun by calling each other and talking most of the ride. Around one, we decided to stop for food and just grabbed burgers and frys and kept driving while we ate. As we got closer to home, my wolf Knight started to get excited and act crazy in my head. Travis calls, and he says his wolf Shade is behaving weird righ

Leon POV “I'm nothing but a rogue.” Dom repeated. “Dom, you were born a rogue, not exiled. We cannot help where we come from. But we can choose the direction we go. Not only did you try to help my pack member, you have been cooperative with us and gave us more information than we asked for. I know its rare for a pack to welcome a rogue into their own but I trust that this will benefit my pack. This is what I feel is best.”

I watched her expression shift from surprise to joy as I continued, "But I will never forgive you. Not now, not ever." I continued watching as her face slowly turned pale. Then, her spirit gradually faded away. "Dad," I whispered. Then, the spirit that had hidden away cautiously appeared. I looked into his hopeful eyes and said, "Thank you for what you did, but it's too late." I shook my head. "Let's not meet again." With that, I began to drift away. Everything was finally over. I felt a lightness in my body as the heavy stone on my chest vanished. The chains around me broke free. I could feel the warmth of the sun and felt the gentle breeze of the wind.

i smiled at the memory when reality hit me like a ton of bricks, what happened after that day left a permanent scar on me and it has come along with a handful of nightmares. i remembered everything like i was watching a movie, the blood that surrounded mom(Lynda), her hands clutching her abdomen, her face twisted in pain as crimson colour decorated the area of lynda stomach, her eyes wide in agony, pain fear and worry. i could’nt do anything as my brother crawled with his good arm and leg as he had been shot on his right leg and left hand with wolfsbane and silver coated bullet, still Adam tried to reach towards lynda. just as he cupped lynda face a bullet pierced through his chest making hi