Mc Vagabond Novels & Stories

Nathan stated while he buttoned up his pants. I had lost my shift and crashed to the dirt, hissing at the bastard holding the end of my restraints. “She's a feral bitch and a killer. She will face my father and receive her punishment from the council,” Devan growled unemotionally. “The vampire is my mate,” Morgana hissed, and my wolf growled sternly, “That wolf is mine.” The same wolfman twisted my arms behind me, and I grunted, “Oh hell no.”

Maggie's POV Back in the house, I watched Maverick pacing in the room. My eyes roamed around the room, landing on the window. It was dark at night and raindrops tapped on the window. Maverick was shirtless, his shoulder still faintly marked from the earlier wolfsbane wound. He was restless, that action making me crease my forehead. He then stopped, staring out the window as his hands clutched his head. He muttered, “Something doesn't feel right”

had been sniffing about in the area and wondered if they were just passing through. Gunner had recalled running into them a while back, he had not liked the look of the group who had apparently taken on another chapter during their expansion runs. The Howler M.C. and The Alpha Dog M.C. had been more or less even in terms of their true nature. Jake Gladstone was the club president and like Brick, he had wanted to break away from the more traditional wolfpack way of living. He gathered his own band of rabble-rousers and took off for longer sunsets and an endless trail much as Brick did but he was of a different sort given to high terrorism for sport despite those he had in his company not know