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Rebekah dropped the folder back into her hands, their palms sliding together in a brief, heavy warrior’s grip to bind the contract before they vanished in opposite directions through the dark. Across the district, inside the private chambers of the Onyx Moon Den, Sienna Okafor couldn't maintain the elegant, compliant expressions she had been putting on for the last three hours. She shoved her crystal glass across the dark wood table, trying to swallow down the suffocating resentment building in her chest before she finally lost her temper and dialed her pack patriarch.

It might not have been him that did it but it's his face that haunts my dreams. I get up to look out the window. I see that the sun is going to be coming up and that Landon should be here anytime. They will be naming him Alpha at sunrise. It's tradition to name the new Alpha of the pack at sunrise when it's a new alpha. It's like a new beginning. It's quite a beautiful ceremony. Even though it's really not going to be the same without Jayden here.

The moonlight, gentle and unyielding, cast an ethereal glow upon her as if granting a silent blessing to the oath she had just sworn. Carla's thoughts swirled with the faces of those she deemed responsible for the tragedy that had befallen her life. Mara, Alpha Jake, and the entire Silver Moon Pack had become the focal points of her vendetta. In the crucible of her grief, she had forged a singular purpose—to inflict upon them the same pain that had seared through her soul. "I'll be the storm that breaks upon them, unrelenting and fierce," she murmured, her words a testament to the storm raging within her, a tempest that sought release upon the world that had turned its back on her.

She was falling backwards, slowly. I spotted the mp3 music player she had plugged in her ears, falling between us. She must have dropped it when we hit. Not wasting any more time, I grabbed her mp3 player and then grabbed her by the waist. But a long chill serrated its way down my back as I locked eyes with Dawn. It had already been two whole weeks since I saw her but to me it felt like yesterday. I could see the fear seep from me into her as we looked into each other's eyes. The knowing fear of what had happened that cold night when we kissed under the bright moon.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

The moment our skin connected, a jolt of recognition shot through me—ancient magic, the bond between fated mates, recognizing its other half. Together, we pushed past panicking passengers toward the emergency exit door. "Are you certain?" Orion asked, his eyes searching mine one last time. In answer, I reached up and pulled the emergency release. The door blasted outward, and the cabin instantly depressurized. Hurricane-force winds whipped through the opening, nearly knocking me off my feet. Orion's arms wrapped around me, pulling me against the solid wall of his chest. His scent enveloped me—pine forests and woodsmoke, leather and something uniquely his, a scent that had imprinted on my sou

Sasha still haven’t given up on trying to steal my man. Maybe it was time to make it painfully clear that Orion was taken. A smile tugged at my lips. “Fine,” I conceded with a small sigh. “I guess I’d better start packing.” The moment I agreed, the worry on Orion’s face melted away. A bright smile spread across his lips, stretching from ear to ear. “Good,” he said, sounding far more relaxed than he had a few moments ago. “Then I’ll have the team start working on a press release announcing that your next exhibition will be held in New York City.”

“Miles, can you stop overreacting? Do you really think Ash would ever hurt me?” Wynnie’s impatient low growl pulled me back from the shock of my second life. The commotion caught the attention of the rest of our team. “Ms. Lynn, it looks like that electronic watch on your wrist didn’t get reported?” An observant teammate pointed out, noticing the brand-new watch on Wynnie’s wrist. Wynnie frowned and answered, “That’s a personal gift I received. There’s no need to report it.”