Lynn Collins True Blood Dawn Green Novels & Stories

I can't just take my eyes or my mind off her. Mike and Tyler seems to have found girls to go with and Rebel too seems occupied with someone and Ryan seems to be making out with some one on the corner side of the booth, and I again, my damn traitorous eyes find the brunette I don’t want to want, and my pants get even tighter, which I didn’t think could be possible. She’s leaning over that table again, and all I can picture is fucking her on that damn thing.

I can feel her shaking as she cries. "What's wrong?" Dawn is a few inches taller than me, with strawberry-blonde hair and green eyes. I see several of the unmated guards and warriors looking at her. She's not mated either, as far as I know. "I was on a road trip with a human friend of mine; we weren't far from here when our car had a flat tire. We got out and were walking, trying to find someone to help, when this man, who had to have been a lycan, came out of the woods and took Aubrey. I screamed at him to let her go, but he was gone before I could even shift." Dawn falls to her knees, and I go down with her, holding her as she cries.

We share a soul, so when he hurts, I hurt. We were by his side for hours when the door opened, and that witch walked in. Lynn had fallen asleep on me but jolted up when she heard the door. “Oh, D, baby.” She walked up to the side of his bed and grabbed his hand. Lynn looked up at me with a questioning gaze. I shook my head and told her we would talk. “Who are you?” We both turn to look at Sonya. Goddess, I hate her. “I’m the Beta of this pack, Lynn Ross. And you are?”

Then she almost whispered, “Half-blood.” Even though I wasn’t in the town of Dusk and Dawn, my identity wasn’t safe whenever I am with other werewolves. The truth is I can’t go back to my life before. An innocent Catherine who brings a book anywhere. Because as soon as I entered the town of Dusk and Dawn, I also embraced my identity as a half-blood wolf.

I saw Loclyn coming our way and fast with rage spilling out of his aura, that was the push I used to deny Jax. “I am Savannah Storm Daydra, I am here by denying the bond of the Askook Thunder Kingdom’s last heir, Jax Lynkon Coleton”! I said clearly and with conviction. "I Jax Lynkon Coleton do not accept your denial of our kingdom, only my bond to you Savannah Storm Daydra daughter to the King of Vampires and heir to the throne of Crystal Cove Covan" Jax said, my surprise was evident and his words.

But a hand clamped over my mouth, and a cold, sharp edge pressed against my throat. "You think a little salt in the veins stops her, Aliyah?" Dawn’s voice whispered directly into my ear. She had slipped away from the chaos while her sister was distracted by the angry mob. "If Dahlia can't use your blood to start her new world, I’ll use your death to end theirs." I looked down at the blade. It was pure, shimmering silver. "Help!" I tried to scream, but the hand tightened, cutting off my breath. Dawn leaned in, her eyes reflecting the dying red of the moon. "Let’s see how useful you would be to me."

When we arrive, Peyton and Nolan are already in Colin’s office with our guest. “Colin, this is Priscilla, the vampire queen and Lyle’s mother,” Nolan says, gesturing towards the pale woman. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” Colin says. “I’m Colin, Alpha of Onyx Flame. This is Paige, my mate.” The woman stands to shake their hands. “Nice to meet each of you.” She turns to Amber and me. Her blackened hair falls to her waist as she moves towards us, her pale eyes trained on my mate.

His eyes are so wide that I can see thin red lines form in the white of his eyes. A large hysterical, angry savage shriek almost like an indignant roar, comes out of Dawn's mouth, she's really aggravated and I have never seen her this angry... "Azzrail...You haven't put even a single scratch on me...I won't ever let you lay a single finger on those girls "She stands up but she hasn't lifted her face, her eyes are glued to the dark grey concrete floor. I see that's she's almost completely drenched in blood, especially from her hips, her shoulder, and arms.

I ask quietly. His eyes flick to me again, unreadable. “Until I say otherwise.” Before I can push, someone else steps from the shadows. A woman. Older, maybe late forties. Sharp silver-streaked hair pulled back. Long scars across her throat like claws once tried to silence her. But her eyes - pale green, unnervingly bright - study me like she already knows what I am. “This her?” she asks Damon. Her voice is rough but steady. “It’s her.”

I wasn’t going to waste my time if this person turned out to be an inexperienced informant. Collina walked in with a lady behind her. Collina looked ever the perfect picture of a beta from the Stormdawn pack. She was dressed in her black pants and with her shirt tucked in as usual, the only slightly glamorous detail was her copper colored hair that was neatly laid down in a small bun.