Shiloh: A Novels & Stories

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

Someday, I will claim her, she will be mine eternally. Yet, the bond we shared from before birth didn't guarantee love or affection. I had seen first-hand what it could do—both terrifying and hopeful. Now, I understood. The Goddess never made mistakes. The Goddess never made mistakes. She was the one for me, my only love, my soulmate. I longed to pour out my heart to her, to confess everything. But love has a way of making you into a coward, and I was afraid. Afraid that revealing my true self would drive her away. Afraid that she would run away upon discovering that what she felt was merely a product of our bond. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. I didn’t want that.

She couldn't help but look back at her one last time before she finally left, and she could see she had a smile. Lord, if this is my punishment for sinning, I accept it. Take care of those I love. I don't expect anyone to save me. I will stay strong, knowing that I will meet You soon. I will face my punishment with courage and honor. I will do my best to make You proud. A man holding a gun asked, "Miss, what do you want us to do to you?" Another man answered, "Bro, I already know. Why don't we turn her into a poultice first, before killing her? According to ma'am Delia, whatever we want."

The night they cynically came to the hospital she seemed rough and soulless but now she seemed like such a gentle and innocent woman. Perhaps God had put her in my path to convince me that this revenge was hurting me. Maybe she was more soulful than I thought and I was really wrong then. There was something else that caught my attention and that was those lyrics. They were so sad. They expressed a deep, deep pain. But who could hurt such a soul so deeply? The lines of the poem she wrote kept echoing in my mind: “With feet lost in the fine sand I’m heading for the shore, shy and tentative

ODETTE I placed a daisy on Slash's grave and used the back of my hand to dry the wet which had collected beneath my eyes. Jericho had buried him at home in the garden. A massive rock served as a headstone with Slash's name engraved. Each day without Slash felt incomplete. When he died, he left a gaping hole in our hearts. I knew Jericho took it badly. He would wake up in the mornings, forgetting Slash was no longer around, and call out for him. Sometimes I would catch him retrieving Slash's leash to take him out for a walk only to realize he could no longer do that. The look of anguish which hijacked his face each time made the whole situation so much worse. I hated seeing Jericho in so much

The Silver Tongue is one of the most popular clubs in Goldstone. The long queue to get into the bar every night was a view that some tourists would capture through their cameras, just to stand and took pictures of themselves in front of the club was a good enough experience for them. A huge silver neon tongue on top of the building can be seen from miles away. It is the center of the nightlife in Goldstone, and Goldstone is a city that never sleeps.

Standing in front of her, Sandy began to unbutton her shirt slowly, speaking as her fingers fumbled with the buttons. "I guess this can be a real test of how loyal and faithful he really is. I mean, after all, with you sitting right here, he ought to be able to control his desires, isn't that right?" The brown haired woman stared at her with a pleading expression on her face and then shook her head emphatically. Sandy ignored the supplication and the negative shaking as she continued unbuttoning her shirt and speaking. "As a matter of fact, I doubt you could control your own impulses and desires right now; just look at the state of you!"

Elena's POV The rain in Red Hook wasn’t a cleansing thing; it was a rhythmic, heavy pounding that turned the sawdust on the floor of the woodshop into a thick, smelling paste. I stood in the side entrance, my silk coat drenched, my breath hitching as I saw the flickering light of a work lamp coming from the back office. My heart hammered against the "Sovereign Shield" signet ring I now wore. I knew why Silas was here. He wasn't a man who surrendered. If he couldn't have the Tower through the front door, he would find the cellar and blow the foundations.

“This is worse. This is men choosin’ to be devils.” Shiloh forced herself to keep looking, to carve the images into her memory. She needed to remember. To never let anyone say they hadn’t known. She thought she had a rough start in life, this was horror. “No,” she whispered. “This won’t stand. Not while I draw breath.” Kofi exhaled smoke into the dark, his face grim. “Then you best be ready for war, girl. ‘Cause war’s what it’ll take to tear that place down,” he said.

Shiloh's POV I'm very tired and exhausted. Seems that all my energy was drained. Not from the traveling but from controlling myself from anger. The moment I entered the room, I closed the door and let go of the cry that I was holding downstairs, in front of Mr. Heartless. I covered my mouth with the pillow I saw on the bed so he could not hear my sob. I don't know how long I have been crying. But when I finally calmed down, I opened my suitcase and took a set of clean clothes, my undergarments, and my toiletries. I put down my clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom.