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tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

"The blizzard didn't stop them. It was their cover." He looked at her, the "Titan" fully restored. "Stay behind me. If we get separated, head for the sub-level hanger. The Mustang is armored. Don't stop for anything." "Caleb—" "I love you, Ava," he said, kissing her forehead with a finality that felt like a goodbye. "Now, let’s show them why it’s a mistake to break into a Miller’s house." As the first explosion rocked the glass walls of the Eyrie, Ava realized the honeymoon was officially over. The "Maid" was about to become a soldier.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

She’ll die with the alpha’s hands in no time. “Would you worry about me?” she scoffed. “Would you avenge me if rouges and hunters killed me during the war?” Emily bit her lower lip and restrained herself not to ask more. Drake didn’t speak until they reached her room, and he laid her down slowly in her bed. Emily was observing the alpha’s actions and his facial reaction. He turned his back. “I won’t just avenge and kill those enemies, stray. . .” he said, thoughtfully. “I would probably send them to hell and meet my demon.”

It coaxed me out of my pillow fort of memories and back to the bright realm of my unfortunate reality. Cautiously I opened my eyes. Two faces swam into focus. One was Logan, I knew him immediately. He looked worried but relief flooded over him as I blinked. The other face I didn't know and I shrank back when it came into focus. The stranger raised his empty hands palms out towards me and stepped away. "I mean you no harm." He said softly. His voice was the hot cocoa. "Silver, this is Bartholomew Skye. He's our new pack healer."

The young Sleeper Cell agent codenamed Storm-Eye stepped toward the SUV and reached for the rear door. She had brought the vehicle for precisely this moment. It was electric, nearly silent, autonomous, armored beneath its civilian exterior, and capable of carrying them safely across New Avalon without attracting the attention that a conventional extraction vehicle might have invited. Nobody stopped her. "Take the vehicle back," he said. "It's too loud." Storm-Eye turned. Her eyes, visible above the veil, settled on him.

ALPHA HUNTER BOOK 2 AVA I stood by the window, rubbing my arms up and down as I waited for his return. It was raining outside. I couldn't help but worry. After all, despite the arrogance and devilish looks, he is still my mate. I looked off to the empty space but then a face came to mind. The face of that strange godlike man who I had bumped into earlier today. And his sea blue eyes that looked almost like a reptile's.

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

He drops to one knee in front of me and bows his head, I look at both Clay and Bellona puzzled by the man's actions. “Please stand, I am…” He stands and stops me mid sentence. “I know who you are, Alpha. I just never realised you had returned” The stranger says before turning to Bellona “Bellona, apologies” Then to Clayton “My apologies, Alpha we have had quite a few attacks lately and it is breeding season for us” “I understand, I am Alpha Clayton Blackridge of Lobo Sombra, and this is my mate Luna Enyo Burnside,” Clayton says, holding out his hand to the other man. My wolf is purring in the way Clay refers to us as his Luna.