Marauders Vol 2 Novels & Stories

Everything happened at once — shouting from the tree line, the thunder of bodies breaking cover, and then River and Cade were on me, both of them, coming from nowhere the way they always came from nowhere, and the ground was coming up fast and I was going down under their weight and I let it happen because that was the right call, that was the only call— I hit the ground on my side. My cheek was in the dirt. My eyes were open. River's arm was locked over my head, and Cade's body was a wall at my back, and somewhere above us the clearing had turned into chaos — voices, movement, the particular snarl of wolves deciding whether to engage. I looked across the ground. Mara was two meters away. Sh

"She takes care of the people she lets in. You should know that about her "I do know that "Do you know what it costs her I said nothin "Find out," my mother said, softly. "Before you decide what you want I watched the road. Mara's building passed on the right and I drove past it because Mara wasn't in this car, she was driving separately, and I had no reason to slow down, and I slowed down anywa Dorothy didn't comment. She just looked out the window and finished her tea.Chapter Fourtee Elias P

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

“What do you feel?” “Her,” I said, the mark burning, her presence closer, not in my mind but here, in the world. “And… something else.” Killian raised his broken staff, his grin gone. “Please tell me it’s not another giant crystal monster.” Mara’s knife glinted, her stance tense. “It’s not,” she said, her eyes on the ground, where the dirt trembled, not a quake but a pattern, runes forming, faint, glowing, not pack but city, like the Architect’s throne.

“Clean her up. Now!” My warriors were teeth and steel, sudden and terrible, cutting through the remaining coven like a blade through wet bone. For a blissful second we held the center. It felt like home. It felt like retribution. Then Mara did the one thing the arrogant never expect: she threw a handful of powder into the air and the night swam white. My eyes died to lightning; heat stabbed and my muzzle throbbed. I coughed, claws useless on the slick stone, and she lunged, a shadow sliding between bodies, and then she was gone... running.

YOU ARE FOCUSED ON THE WRONG PROBLEM. Then— the signal disappeared. Gone. Completely. No trace. No residual. Nothing. Silence filled the chamber again. But this time— it felt different. Heavier. Darker. More dangerous. Devon whispered, “…Tell me that was a joke.” No one answered. Because it wasn’t. Mara slowly stepped back from the screen. Her mind racing. Because now— there weren’t two forces in play. There were three. The Guardian. The second intelligence.

They surged forward like a tide, moving toward Draven’s fortress as if the very earth itself called them to war. The gates, shattered from the collapse of the circle, offered no shelter. The rogues poured out, a tide of steel and fury, driven by the death of their master and the terror of what had been unleashed. Hunters called out in wrath, arrows loosing in unison. The air filled with the clash of blades, the roar of battle, and the cries of dying men.

The rune light reversed, draining downward like a tide pulling back. And Kieran screamed—not in pain, in rage— because something inside the corridor had just snapped the mate bond’s leash for one heartbeat. I staggered, breath ragged. And in that one heartbeat of freedom, a third presence stepped into the corridor behind us— heavy, cold, familiar. Mara. Her mouth unsealed, eyes bright with fury. She smiled. “Perfect,” she whispered. “Now I know what to steal.” And she raised a bowl of black water over my head.

A growl rumbled from my chest as my wolf surged forward, lending me its strength. With one hard pull, the padlock snapped. I ripped the lid open. My heart stopped as I spotted Mara inside. Her body was submerged in the water, completely motionless. “No!” I roared. I reached into the drum and pulled her out as quickly as I could. Her wet body fell against my chest, her head rolling back helplessly against my arm. She wasn't breathing. I carried her away from the drum and lowered her onto the ground, my hands shaking as I checked for a pulse.

Spotting my covered frame passing the glass, Malik Arden blinks his eyes in absolute, stunned disbelief, his brain completely rejecting the data entering his lenses. Did Chika Whitmore's scent profile just pass my coordinate sector? Malik and the surrounding pack warriors lock their eyes onto my retreating form. Is his rank not currently under an absolute suspension order from the high council? Why are his boots marching back into the command fortress? Did the warlord authorize his immediate return to active duty?