The Awakening Book Kelley Armstrong นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His order came a few seconds too late for one of the pack members who had snapped the neck of a chicken and carried it with him while not missing a step as he kept up with the rest of them. Once inside the barn, Brett sniffed out Eliza. He found her in an old but sturdy iron barred cage in the small musty room in the recesses of the building. After studying the situation, he shifted to man-wolf form. Spotting a crowbar leaning against the far wall, he grabbed it and used it to break the padlock from the chain. “Hey!” bellowed Arthur as he stood in the doorway with his shotgun raised. As Brett whirled around to face Arthur, the gun went off and birdshot sprayed into his chest.

Surely, the woman I grew up with would see the horror in this room and demand my release. “Kai, love,” she said softly, stepping into the room. She didn’t look at the blood on my dress. She didn’t look at the silver burns on my wrists. She walked straight to Kai and placed a delicate hand on his arm. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. The celebration is still ongoing, and the elders are asking for their Alpha.” “She was being... difficult,” Kai said, his voice now calm, though his eyes still drifted back to me with a lingering hunger.

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Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.

In slow sensual movements, we edge our way towards a rapturous crescendo as the sunlight crests the buildings of the city outside and steams through my windows, then we fall asleep in a satiated tangle of limbs. I wake up to a loud buzzing and check the camera. It’s that special detective who handles BPD’s supernatural cases, Tabitha. I press the intercom button. “I’ll be down in a moment. I’m just waking up,” I tell her, honestly. Looking at my mates in the sleepy haze as they both stir. They are so beautiful, the pair of them. Now, if I can just get past my mistrust of wolves so that the other two can join us, we will be a perfect, albeit non-traditional family.

I used my first paycheck to buy Alex a permanent, peaceful grave. I soon had a little house of my own. Small, but the windows faced sunrise. I didn’t have to wait for anyone or guess at anyone’s heart. The hurt wasn’t gone. On full-moon nights, the knot of Leo and Finn still pulsed. Life wasn’t as comfortable as before. But I knew I was on my path, step by step, leaving behind the cell called “Blackwood Luna.” I was no one’s stand-in, no one’s mother, no one’s possession. I was just Elara, learning to live for myself.

“Ugh. Coffee. We need coffee. Maybe a resurrection spell.” “Hair of the dog?” “I will punch you.” We untangle ourselves from the nest of sheets, limbs and hair in every direction, and I tug on Kade’s flannel from the floor. Sloane wraps the blanket around her like a toga. The hallway’s too bright. My legs hate me. My soul is mildly dead. The smell of bacon drifts in like salvation—and damnation. We round the corner into the kitchen— —and there she is. Elaine Calloway.

He demanded, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. "Only what needs to be done," she said and looked at him with those ancient eyes. "You feel it too, don't you, executioner? The wrongness in her scent and the power that sleeps beneath the surface waiting to wake up?" Rowan slowly let go of her wrist and she reached for me again. I wanted to back away but my feet would not move, and when her fingers touched my forehead, everything exploded into pain, fire and ice all at once. It felt like something inside me that had been locked in chains for my entire life suddenly broke free and came roaring to the surface. My bones started breaking and reforming and I screamed because it hurt more than my