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Questions came to him like waves, overwhelming his breath, submerging him fully. He was surrounded by unanswered questions and plenty of urgent matters. Amelia and the cub were his utmost priority. Then came Kieth and the mess of the blessed wolf and powerful existence. And at last, was the Scarlett Witch and a bleak possibility of Alpha Drefan. Thinking of the long forgotten name, Steven’s pupils trembled violently. It was this man and his ruthless, unconventional thirst for power that wreaked havoc in their lives.

POV Warren The camera flashes fired like artillery rounds, but for the first time in months, I would rather not take cover. I bathed in them. Every shutter click composed a note in the symphony of my triumph—evidence that the Warren West the world saw humiliated at the altar by Amy Romano was dead. In his place stood a man reborn, clad in an impeccably tailored suit and accompanied by a bride who, though merely a consolation prize to fools, served as my Trojan Horse into the empire that was mine by right.

One way to put it. They have 5 minutes. I say. Arya chuckles, closing her eyes and leaning her head against my shoulder. With her eyes still closed, she asks, “How was I able to heal you?” “According to Declan, that’s one of the perks of being a trio,” Charlie says. “We get augmented abilities.” “It’s how Zak is able to force alphas to submit to him,” Brandon adds. Zak nods. “And how I stopped everyone in the middle of the battle.”

Grace whistled and brought silence to the Scald Crow, "If there is a problem, we best get it out in the open now. He will be traveling with you, Theria, and Herne." "Tell him. Better he knows the truth than think you will knife him in the back," Archon advised. A few deep breaths and Warren drew on his courage, "My name is Warren Vandal, and I am the son of George Vandal." Cyrus froze on the spot. His eyes roamed over Warren, and then he slowly smiled, "You look like George, how is he?" "It's a long story. We have some time while we head to the mission site. I'll fill you in on what George has been up to."

“And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!” A narrow-eyed old man suddenly laughed. “Forgive him, Al.” Mr. Alvaro snorted. “He really is your son, Mark.” Mr. Alvaro signaled me to follow him, and warned Justin to stay here. “Is everyone here a wolf-shifter, sir?” I asked curiously. Mr. Alvaro glanced at me. “Just call me Uncle. Yes, they are all wolf-shifters.” “Er, okay, Uncle.” Mr., no, Uncle Alvaro smiled. “How lucky Aryadi is to have a granddaughter like you.” I was stunned. “Gran is here?”

They were tightly packed around Marissa who was already akin to a pheasant ensnared in their trap for them to slaughter. With an unpleasant expression, Horton said aloud, “Satan! Scarlet Witch! How dare both of you attempt an assassination on our honorable Miss Marissa? You must be trying to get yourselves killed! Without a doubt, your lives will be forfeited for offending Sir Bassa Bell!” The Scarlet Witch giggled with a voice that was extremely sharp and unpleasant to the ears, giving anyone who heard her goosebumps. “Horton, you’re an awe-inspiring 2S-class transhuman, yet you’re actually working as a rich man’s lackey. Tsk, tsk, I’m very disappointed in you.”

Scar shrugged as if my plea amused him. “It’s not my habit to be merciful." He turned toward the door and walked out without looking back. Scar is a gangster, but Alexander is the Mafia King of Italy, Ireland, and Spain. The man had hands and connections all around the world. Scar stood no chance but he wouldn't listen. So I spat out the blood and prayed all this was over before it was time to pick the kids up. TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel

Either way, I knew he was the opposite of innocent, and I knew damn well who he was. My heart sank. Ian Armitage. My dead ex-lover Jared’s best friend and cousin, the pack leader's second in command, and one of the most feared werewolves in northern California. And he hated me. The curse might still try to kill me, but now it would probably have to get in line. Ian flexed his hand, extended his gleaming claws, and laid them gently across my throat. My vision blurred as my heart rate shot into the stratosphere.

for any supernatural creature, the first thing you do is try to size up a stranger. “There he is,” dad beams, greeting Ash and slapping him on the back. I look down at the ground and roll my eyes. They probably see each other all the time, they're hardly long lost friends. “Everyone! These are Ash’s boys, the infamous triplets! Hunter, Sklyer and River. Then we have Chance who is our best tracker and a weretiger, Shane our head warrior. We also have Drake and Simone, they’re fairies. I hope there’s enough critters in the woods for all of our appetites,” my dad laughs.

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?