Novel & Cerita Widowmaker Talon

But before she could even ask, Lanceil opened his lips. "One day, my son hid inside my cabinet. I didn’t know that he was there because I had my Yaru stone with me. Then, my wife came inside. You see, my little pup used to see me as his hero. A strong Alpha that he wanted to be in the future. But that day, everything changed. I killed my wife while my son was watching.” Maxine gasped in silence. Aside from getting surprised that Lanceil killed his own wife, she could imagine how painful it was for Chandler to see it with his own eyes. It could be the worst nightmare for a young werewolf like him.

"I only recognize Regulus as my mate. While he lived, I was his Luna. Now that he's gone, I won't attach myself to another male." The hall fell silent for a moment. Elder Matthias' brow furrowed deeply, but he eventually relented. The council had no authority to force a loyal widow to stay. The transfer order was approved and pushed across the table toward me. It was a single flimsy sheet of paper, yet it carried more weight than three years of marriage. When I returned to the estate, I immediately spotted "Lawrence Thornfield" on the terrace. Alice Moreau was nestled in his arms, her fingertips tracing along his throat as she laughed with seductive charm.

broken, trembling, destroyed and her voice when she whispered: “I want him to see exactly what he lost. I want him to feel the regret burn him alive…I want Betsy to choke on it every time she looks at me.” She had never sounded so sure of anything in her life. So I sat there, elbows on my knees, fingers buried in my hair, weighing the madness of it all. Was I really about to fund my rival’s wedding? For her? The answer, disgustingly, shamefully, painfully… was yes. Because it wasn’t a wedding anymore. It was a weapon. One Alira planned to use with surgical precision. And I would give her whatever blade she needed. I sighed, pushed myself off the couch, and picked up my phone.

I muttered, but deep down I already knew. The guard handed me something else, a shard of obsidian. My blood ran cold. Obsidian was sacred to Bloodmoon wolves. “Alpha Jaxon,” Talon said quietly, “I don’t think this a random rogue. Someone is intentionally killing rogues and leaving the scent trails to our border” I looked out into the dense woods, the town of Bloodmoon Pack territory lying beyond.

Marcus pointed to a small note that was tight to one of the bags with a piece of wire. “Where is the note?” Tala commanded “Here Luna” Marcus handed Tala a blood-stained piece of paper. “Tala, give it to me.” Conri asked, reaching out and trying to take it from her. “No, I will read it.” Tala pulled her hand that was holding the note, back so that Conri could not take it from her. Tala opened it with shaking hands. ‘Tala, if you do not come home, the next body will be your mother’s’

The smoking barrel of the gun was pressed right between her eyes. "With those severe injuries and no hands, how could Talia possibly live? You have to pay with your life!" The sound of the gun cocking caused Veronica to wet herself in fear. Through her sobs, she wailed, "No! Talia is fine! With that bastard in her womb, her lover will have definitely saved her!" Callum paused, but the murderous look he was shooting at Veronica didn't ease up. "You'd better pray that Talia is fine. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

I fisted my hands together, rage building up within me as I waited for his explanation. “You do not have a wolf so that makes you a human. As an Alpha, I cannot mate with a human. I need a Luna who would be my strength and not my weakness. So I, Alpha Alessandro Adler, of the Silver moon pack, reject Levana McKenna as my mate.” I felt hot all over. For a second I couldn't breathe. I felt like someone was choking me up…and at that moment I knew I lost. Before I could even ponder on what happened, a hot slap shot across my face and it was from a lady, I had seen her with the Alpha twice but I don't know who she is.

A body dropped from the trees—too fast to track—landing in the middle of the highway with a crunch of gravel. A man stood slowly, unhurried, as if he hadn’t just fallen from the sky. Tall. Broad. Dark coat. Hair damp at his collar. Pale amber eyes. He smiled like he’d been expecting her. Sable slammed the brakes. The car skidded. Tires shrieked on wet grit. The man lifted one hand in a lazy wave. “Hello, widow,” he called, voice warm with threat. “I’m Garrick Thorne.” Caelan’s presence surged, cold and furious.

Just about hours when my mother died, my auntie, who is Polo’s husband, and Rendall’s mother died too. Her body was found near the lake and the lower body was also shattered into pieces. I saw Polo grieve and then go back to hunt the one who killed her wife and he also promised to kill the werewolf that killed my mother. The hunt failed and the werewolves they killed have no idea about what happened. After a week of grieving, I tried to be useful in the house by bringing woods for the fireplace. Polo and Finn are on the beer stalls and Rendall, who has the same age as mine is still sleeping. While gathering the dried branches, I heard a small rustle.