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Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Including my first step to claim Elara for myself. I knock on the door, and she opens it. She is wearing a black, sheer robe and nothing else. Her eyes lazily glide over me from top to bottom. “Well, well, well,” Rhiannon says, her eyes fixated on my groin. “You’re on time. Impressive for both the wolf and mankind.” “Are you just going to stand there and compliment me, or are you going to invite me in?” I raise my eyebrows. “Would you like a glass of wine?” She offers, opening the door. “We have some things to discuss before we get to it.”

“I know you won’t believe me. You never do. And I don’t know what happened between you and Lauren. I don’t know how she trapped you. But that child isn’t yours.” My wolf bristles, confused, hackles rising. “She did a sacrifice,” Rhiannon says. “With a dark witch. I know how insane that sounds, but I saw it. I saw the messages on her phone that day. I wanted to tell you, but she manipulated everything again. She hurt herself. Framed me. And you didn’t believe me.” I stare at her. Really stare. Her face is flushed, eyes red, hands trembling at her sides like she’s holding herself together by force alone.

"One of the best ones, my lady. Would you like to see?" "I can?" "Of course, please come along." The oak-panelled door opened onto the biggest library she had ever seen. Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, for different sections arranged in alphabetical order adorned the shelves. Their library itself extended up to three levels with spiral staircases. "I would like to read about werewolves," Rhiannon said. Arios smiled," certainly my lady." ********** Rhiannon had been reading for probably hours, she didnt realize how long.

Diplomatic matters that, in the wake of everything that had happened, Rhiannon was now not only privy to, but a vital part of. She sat beside me now, her head in her hands, her silvery hair glinting softly in the gossamer sunlight. It pooled like water over her shoulders. A sigh caught in my throat at the sight of her, so at home in this new world of mine – of ours – already. Scribbled notes surrounded her on all sides: there were drafts of letters and circled maps and open, dog-eared books. She groaned, feeling my gaze on her, and sat up with a roll of her slate-grey eyes.

Seeing him dumbfounded, Rhiannon smiled and was in a happy moss as she felt she couldn’t be the only one shocked. “I will go take the necessary things,” Rhiannon said before turning around. She went to the room where she had slept and started packing her belongings and the documents that her aunt Melda had given to her. Yesterday, after finishing going through her mother’s secret books, she returned them to the suitcase and locked it. Not that she couldn’t leave them at the table or that she didn’t trust her aunt’s family, but she thought it was risky if someone found what they contained.

The late-night session crackled with dangerous energy the moment Rhiannon entered Zephyr’s home office. His wife was due back early the next morning, but the looming risk only made their hunger sharper. Rain lashed the windows as they abandoned any pretense of studying poetry. The books lay forgotten on the floor. Zephyr had Rhiannon pressed against the tall bookshelf, her dress shoved up around her waist, legs locked around his hips. His thick cock drove deep into her soaked pussy with powerful strokes, the wooden shelves rattling behind her with every thrust.

"Let go of me," Rhiannon breathed, her face burning as she wrenched her wrists from Theron's grip. She snatched her backpack off the podium, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she spun on her heel and fled the lecture hall, the doors swinging shut behind her. Behind her, Theron stood still, his hands sliding into his pockets. ‘She’s running,’ Acheron growled restlessly inside his mind. ‘Go after her. Bring her back. The human world is too dangerous for her.’

" Since then the queen became a history inspiring the generations to come with her heroic and brave deeds. I did heard of the story of the thunder wolf when I was a kid but I never believed it. Majority of the people disregarded this story ,only few who said they had seen this wolf believed in it. I turned around the book to see it's cover History of the unknown I turned the first page to see it's edition 20th February,2016 I have never seen this book before and didn't even knew that it existed till now. I turned the pages to see if I could find something about this thunder wolf but it was not mentioned anywhere else. At last I opened the page with the thunder mark and traced it with my fing