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She looked at my belly. “We will escort the vessel home,” she said softly. “Willingly or otherwise.” Kael’s entire body went rigid. I felt the Hollow surge, teeth baring inside him. Before anyone could move, a sharp whistle sliced the air. Bolts whistled down from the canopy, iron-tipped and flaming. Nets exploded across the ridge. Wolves screamed as fire licked fur.“This wasn’t Silver Crown. It was Emberfall.” Kael’s uncle’s renegades, revived, organized and pissed.

On Christmas Day, my boyfriend of five years, Damian Reed, threw me the proposal of a lifetime. I stared down at the ring resting on my finger, totally overwhelmed with happiness. I was just about to say yes when my father’s words suddenly echoed in my mind. "Anna, the only man you ever marry is the one willing to give you the wedding of the century, someone who wants the entire world to know he's taking you as his wife. "It's not about how much money the wedding costs," he used to tell me, "What I'm testing is his heart, whether he has the genuine devotion to reveal your true identity to everyone." My father, Marco James, is the Don of the James family, the most powerful mafia in New Yo

I hastily wash up, get dressed and follow Caio to the border. What I see sends a shiver down my spine. The renegades are there, gathered. More than thirty of them. They ignore our presence. They sniff the air around them, as if looking for something. Then they wail. Their voices are a song of pain and loss. And then they leave. - Maybe we should ask the witch what's going on,” suggests Caio. My jaw clenches. - Take one of them and bring him to me. He does as I say. When the renegade is thrown in front of me, his face carries an empty, lost expression. His body trembles.

"You spiked my drink?" Meredith laughs, "Not spiked, just enhanced. Consider it a nudge in the right direction." I sit there, sandwich forgotten, processing the unexpected turn of events. As I prepare to unleash a piece of my mind on Meredith for her unexpected revelation, the atmosphere shifts. Three wolves emerge from the shadows, their presence immediately felt. My instincts flare, ready to defend, but something is off—they don't smell like rogue wolves. "Go inside, Meredith," I command, my tone tense. "I'll handle this." Even tho Meredith never liked me I want about to let some rogues attack her.

“No, we don’t need the dead weight. And thanks to that damn Silver Myst, no Pack in this country will risk buying slaves. Hell, they won’t even mistreat their omegas too badly for fear of him showing up. The Rogue King was already planning to organize a event with his Gamemaster before we left, as a way to make some profit off the captives while also removing as many extra mouths to feed as possible.” I ignored that last part, worrying about that without any details was pointless. Isntead, I let my mind wonder to what he first said. I’d heard about the reports during the war, about the Silver Myst attacking Packs and Covens who enslaved or abused their weaker members. No one knows where the

Jasper said, "Dad, where's Ms. Leighton? I have something to tell her! I'll never like her again! Only Naomi Shaw is my mom!" Felix patted Jasper's head, seemingly relieved by his change, but he soon gave a self-mocking smile because he knew I would not be back. Felix dared not mention me and only explained Maeve's situation. "You're my son. Maeve went to pick you up but asked you to come back by yourself. She even chose to run away when you were kidnapped. She violated the Reapers' rules. Fearing the Reapers' punishment, she ran away." Jasper seemed to have suddenly matured. "She ran away? What a coward! When Mom broke the rules, she chose to endure the 30 lashes. Compared to Mom, she does

I had gone out to the forest at the edge of our territory alone to pick fresh mushrooms for my picky eater. In the woods, a rogue wolf intercepted me. He was from a small neighboring pack, exiled and bitter. He hated every high-born werewolf with a territory, and I just happened to cross his path. To keep him calm, I told him my alpha was rich and could solve all his problems. The rogue hesitated and allowed me to use my link-stone to call for help. When the call connected, I whispered through my shaking breath, "Lucian, help me. I've been kidnapped..."

I could recall that day in the rain, he shot someone, but I couldn't be sure, maybe I was hallucinating. I pulled out a business card I had been hiding and looked at it. Maybe he could help, but I was afraid of getting him involved, what if Miguel was really dangerous and gets him killed. ... My eyes met hazel green ones, they were entrancing and it was really hard to look away. He had this mysterious glint in his eyes that made you want to unravel him. As if he knew something I didn't. His dark hair was shaved low at the side and a little bit longer and curly at the top.

The sovereign gold in his eyes was being swallowed by a bruised, heavy purple. He felt it through the bond. The 'Gold-Madness'. A collective, psychic shriek of a thousand years of discarded pain finally finding a voice. The Failed weren't attacking a fortress; they were attacking the concept of existence. "Papa, tell the pipes to stop," Leo whimpered, his stuffy-nose breathing turning into a shallow, desperate whistle. "They're... they're biting the water." On the monitor, the Gold-Mad berserkers slammed their bodies into the primary intake of the Golden Well. The reinforced lead casing buckled. I felt the violation in my stone marrow. They weren't just breaking the equipment; they were clim

Leyland speaks up, “We all have one, and we have all done things we are not proud of, me and the quarry boys will fight alongside you.” I was going in with or without them, but their confirmation was all I needed to give me that extra determination. “Radio Dynamite Al,” I tell Jamerson. “Times up for Crimson Moon.” I wasn’t doing anything by the books now. I wouldn’t even give them a chance. Alpha Crane and his warriors were about to find out why the Renegades were so feared. Why we got results, and why we followed our own rules. Jamerson radios Dynamite Al, telling him to wait for the signal.