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“Guardians, please, come with me.” As they stand, Amir grabs my mate’s hand. I’m just about to step in, when she handles the situation, Guardian style. “I warned you not to touch me again, Amir,” she says and I watch her wolf push forward. Amir screams as he is turned to dust. My father’s eyes go wide as he sees his second in command disintegrated in front of him. The entire room goes silent around us. “Yes father. You would be wise to remember that they are called the Guardians of the Realm for a reason.” I snarl at him. “Ladies, please, come with me.”

“Guardians, please, come with me.” As they stand, Amir grabs my mate’s hand. I’m just about to step in, when she handles the situation, Guardian style. “I warned you not to touch me again, Amir,” she says and I watch her wolf push forward. Amir screams as he is turned to dust. My father’s eyes go wide as he sees his second in command disintegrated in front of him. The entire room goes silent around us. “Yes father. You would be wise to remember that they are called the Guardians of the Realm for a reason.” I snarl at him. “Ladies, please, come with me.”

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

He wiped a streak of blood and sweat from his pale face and nodded sharply. “I’m with you,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, steadying. “Always. Within three minutes, the Guardians had gathered in the main hall. These were the elite—the fiercest, most disciplined warriors the pack had to offer. Yet, looking at them now, their expressions were uncharacteristically grim. The sanctuary of our home had been violated. A Luna had been taken from the very heart of our territory. It was a declaration of war, and every single wolf in the room knew the stakes.

One little girl tripped, scattering the books she carried. Before anyone else could react, Nova knelt to help gather them. "Thank you," the child said shyly. Nova noticed the title of one book. Heroes of Blackthorn. She smiled. "Do you like stories?" The little girl nodded enthusiastically. "I want to become a Guardian one day." "Why?" "So I can protect people." Nova gently handed back the last book. "Then remember something." The girl looked up. "The greatest Guardians protect people long before they ever have to draw a sword."

“This isn’t rebellion, this is survival. Ghost built this club with blood, but if he can’t protect it, I owe it to him to protect it. Luca dies before dawn.” The brothers exchanged glances but no one challenged him. In that dim room, a new order began to form. Viper's rebellion had just been activated, Ghost’s government was on the line and Luca’s life was hanging by a thread.

The force of her truth cut deeper than flame or fang. Cheyenne’s emerald gaze swept across them all, her voice the calm center of the storm. “Do you see now? This isn’t just about wolves. It never was. Dragons. Witches. Vampires. Phoenixes. Horses. And me.” She lifted her chin, power glowing under her skin. “We are the Guardians. And if you dishonor one, you dishonor all.” The six of them stood shoulder to shoulder, the weight of their combined power suffocating, undeniable.

I continued searching the book, barely listening to what she was saying. “Yes!” I squealed, throwing one hand in the air. “I have seen it.” Jada looked at me with eagerness, wanting to hear how we could get the blessings from the guardians. I read the lines carefully. “The guardians may refuse to give you their blessings if you have an evil heart, if you've killed an innocent person, or if you…” My breath hitched in my throat as I only read the last part but didn't say it aloud. I was guilty of that part and could now see why the guardians abandoned me.

Until they landed on me. He didn’t look impressed. “Bram, you’re here,” Dad said. My stomach twisted. Please don’t tell me this is a fucking therapist. I don’t have a mental issue. “Renzo,” he turned toward me, “this is Bram Hale. Your new bodyguard.” I blinked. “Body—what?” Mom stepped in quickly. “Honey, it’s just until we figure out who—who did this. Someone obviously wants your dead and we can’t take any chances.”