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And if rumour is to be believed they are both been blessed by the goddess with extraordinary gifts that stand them in good stead within this pack. I have yet to see either of the sisters, the pack protects them from outsiders like a mother shielding a new-born, but with each day that passes I gain more and more trust and I am hopeful that the day will soon come when I will get to meet a blessed shifter myself. “It reads like a diary.” I uttered after scanning the first page. “I think it is. It looks handwritten.” Tristan commented glancing at me in the otherwise empty room before turning back to the book. Today I saw her, Alpha Amelie, she is a beautiful woman, young for her station. She gre

Ben and Raven threw themselves at the other two, leaving just me and whoever was in the back seat of that truck with my sister. I had thought there had been five of them, though, which meant there had to still be two Parkers in the truck. My wolves held off the thugs, and I moved to the back of the truck. The door was locked, but I got it open anyway, using my magic. The truck was so old, it had the kind of locks you press down.I swung the door open to see one of the Parker boys, the one from the bathroom, laying on top of my sister. She was face down on the back seat of the truck and lifted her head enough to say my name before he pressed back down on her.

Did they really repented? Jake entered without knocking. He’d earned the right by bleeding in my shadow long enough to know where I stood even in the dark. He took one look at the letter and one look at my face, and his shoulders came up like a wolf seeing weather turn. “What is it?” he asked. “Her sisters,” I said. “They sent this.” He read quietly, jaw working once, twice, then stilling. “It’s good,” he said. “A little too good.”

My sister Sarah poisoned me. Now, I'm back where it all began five years ago: the day we chose our mates. “I choose Liam! I want the Alpha of the Alder Pack!” My eyes shot open. A ghost of a pain stabbed through my heart. Liam. Twisting a silver knife in my chest. But there was no blood, no cold altar. I wasn't dead. I was back. Thrown back five years to the Mating Ceremony. In the center of the great hall, my sister Sarah was clinging to Alpha Liam’s arm like he was a priceless treasure.

"There was... a woman." Kieran stared at her. His golden eyes widened. "What did you say?" "Lysandra." The name echoed through the chamber. Kieran froze. His face went completely still. Then emotion swept across it. Shock. Disbelief. Hope. "My sister." His voice broke on the final word. "I had a sister." The memories flooded back all at once. Nova watched realization spread across his face. "Lysandra Blackthorn." He whispered her name like a prayer. "The Second Keeper."

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”

The doorman’s face seems to say, What does this bedraggled teenager, with her wet hair and old, pitifully poor clothes, want to do with a loan shark like Finn Walker? I square my shoulders and pop my wet umbrella into a place where there are other dripping umbrellas. Then I march to the reception determinedly, pretending to know what I am about to do. It is only the memory of my younger sisters, the twins, Annabelle and Rosemary, their pretty blonde hair and perfect features with sparkling blue eyes, that keeps me going. And of course, the look on Dean Nelson’s face. The leery, ugly look as he ran his bloodshot brown eyes over my sisters and me.

I wanted to scream, to hold him back, but I knew I couldn’t. When I stepped back inside, I froze. A letter lay on the floor by the door. My hands trembled as I picked it up. (You think you’re safe after killing my sister and leaving me with nothing? I’ll hunt you. You won’t give birth to that child of yours here on earth… but in heaven)

THOMAS WOLFE WAS RIGHT. You can’t go home again. And I wouldn’t have had it not been for my sister’s accident. I flew back to Wilmington, North Carolina, and sat vigil over her for weeks listening to the beeps and clicks of the machinery that kept her alive, pleading with her not to die. Martha was the one person in this world who had always been there for me, believed in me, looked up to me, and never failed me. And I, Richard Charles Baimbridge, could not survive without her.