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I wanted to let everyone that doesn't follow me on social media know about an announcement for The Princes of Ravenwood. This book is now available in paperback on A****n! You can find it by searching The Princes of Ravenwood by Bryant. The paperback and kindle versions do not include the bonus scenes here and on my website. If you follow me on social media in the next month or so will do a giveaway of signed copies. You can find me on social media @ Author Bryant. Not just for giveaways but news about upcoming books in this and my werewolf series.

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

"She referred to material I've never seen before." The book. Riley took another swallow of his drink. He knew all about the book the Volkas guarded so closely. Once they'd shared their secret with him, Mike had shown him Legends of the Wolf, the volume that held all the secrets to his ancestry. Not many people knew of its existence or would have had their interest piqued by it. To them, it would be just another reference volume.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

Her head tilted, and her body stiffened. “What is it?” I asked. She went utterly still. “Something just crossed the wards.” I was up in an instant. We ran, side by side, to the edge of camp where the southern pines met the cursed stretch of forest. Warriors had already gathered, weapons drawn. And standing just beyond the edge of the boundary, where the air turned sick with rot— —was a single cursed wolf. Still. Watching. Its eyes were silver fire. It didn’t attack. It didn’t move.

Rainer Those two fucking assholes had a head start on me, but that doesn’t stop me from tracking them down. It’s not too hard. I just follow the trail of dead bodies they leave in their wake. Lex was able to get the guard on their trail as they left the library, so as I rush after them, I encounter one dead guard after another, leading through the field outside of the castle into the woods nearest the side of the castle that faces their home kingdom.

Staff Sergeant Keller raised his voice. “Stay together!” “Roger!” The squad pushed deeper into the forest. Thunder rolled overhead. Wind rushed through the towering trees. Branches swayed. The air smelled of wet earth and pine. Rowan adjusted her footing as they crossed a fallen log. Her boot landed on a patch of moss. The ground disappeared beneath her. She slid down a steep embankment before crashing shoulder-first into a pine tree. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs. Her rifle struck the ground beside her, still secured by its sling.

The patrols consisted of one group who ran the line and one or two rogues who stood out front of the house, if they weren’t sleeping or just not even there. I was running quickly along the tree line when I heard it. The slightest of sounds coming from the distance. I crept along slowly, crouching low as I made my way toward the source of the sound. I saw who I knew to be Alpha Callan from Raina’s pack. They must be coming to rescue Raina. Knowing that there was no patrol at the front door, I turned and took off toward where I thought the roving patrol was. I didn’t owe anything to Raina or her pack, but respected Raina and her abilities. My grandmother told me stories about wolves with abil

Then I start down the slope. Not because I trust them. Not because I think they’ll welcome me. But because the road east continues beyond this valley. And because the shadows are already moving ahead of me, clearing a path through the dusk. Raven Winterstar—scion, survivor, Necromantress—steps into the firelight. And the world holds its breath.

Ingvar answers, pulling open a velcro pocket and takes out two pictures, handing them to Raven. “They’re beautiful; this is my daughter Roan and her twin brother Gunnar, they will be the future Alphas of the packs we left to take our places as Kings and Queen. Ryder has my stepson and nephew Aiden, and beside me Eya is holding my niece Anarchy.” Raven looks closely at the pictures before showing me. I smile, seeing two beautiful blonde girls, one of them looks very much like Ingvar, while the other looks like her mother, who is also in the picture.