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“This is the bane of our existence.” “Juste? Juste?” Chastine was waving her hand with splayed fingers in front of his face. “Sorry, I got quite absorbed. My Mom said it’s the bane of our existence.” “Bane...? Wolfbane!” Maxill and Chastine shouted in unison and pointed fingers at each other. The tall bloodhunt flipped through the index of the codex and was surprised at what he saw. “D*mn, there are three wolfbanes in here.”

Not in front of him. Behind him, Lyra stepped forward, a sleek figure draped in the confidence of a woman who had taken everything Selene had held dear. The scent of another—the scent of Damien—clung to Lyra like a brand. It was unmistakable, the mark of a new bond already forming in the place of the one Selene had lost. Selene’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms until she felt the sting. “You’ll regret this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but resolute. She had no strength left to carry out that promise, but she couldn’t leave it unspoken.

"Animals, beasts, monsters, predators, demons, shape shifters, or what we prefer, werewolves. " "Were-werwolves." She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself, her mind desperately trying to cope with this. "This is a joke." "Yeah you wish." Bane huffed. "Renee-" I tried to console her. "This is a damn joke!" She ran her shaky hands through her wild hair. "Joke, really?!" Bane snapped. "Does it look like I walk around with contacts and plastic teeth. Is this Halloween or something?"

Before he could register what was happening, he immediately saw several types of creatures run in with shouts of war and at the same time, saw the leaders who didn’t wish to be involved, leave them meeting. Each soldier/warrior in front of him had wolfsbane coated on their swords and every single tool they planned to use. The sight sickened him as much as it cracked him up. He had never been more grateful for his secrecy because one important thing they did nit know was that wolfsbane, almost had zero effect on him, and that is if their swords would manage to touch him. The clans present and in support of this were only three: the vampires, the bears and the shifters.

His gaze remained riveted on the mesmerizing sight as he added, “need not speak the words your eyes so clearly confess, love.” C O P Y R I G H T This book is solely a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, incidents and/or occurrences are products of the author's imaginations, and have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person(s), living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Her Strength Her Bane © 2023 by Laramie. Published by O. A. F., writing under the pseudonym, Laramie.

Everything seems to be fine but he and Osric do seem nervous. "When confronting Dagon, I found out who Bane was before I became his host.” Osric looks down at Gunnar, then Roan, as I feel Ruby become restless as she whimpers in the back of my mind. My mates and I look at Osric expectantly, he sighs then continues, "Bane is Odin, and Dagon knows it. He will target me to take Odin back but he might put together who Ruby is, and will likely target Raven and maybe even Liliana if he finds out Clover is Selene."

Crean lounges with his back to the window, rolling a length of shadow-rope between finger and thumb, eyes crawling over us like grease. “Hello again, Annabel,” Bane purrs, as if the name isn’t a grave we already pissed on. “I see obedience still isn’t in your vocabulary.” I smile without teeth. “It’s Allison, rotting brain. And you’re talking to me.” Crean’s eyebrows tip up. “Oh?” “Dawn,” I say, and let my eyes go silver. Bane flinches. He recovers. “You always were a bitch. It was better when you were not there and Annabel was all alone.”

Bane sighed. “No,” he answered without hesitation. “That is why he suggested it. He thinks it will give him the advantage if I bring someone that will stop me from using violence when he has no such concerns.” “Oh, that is not a bad plan,” Emma said. “Can you stop admiring our opponent, angel?” Bane said. There was almost amusement in his voice. “Sorry.”