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ZIYAH Ashton was clearly expecting to see his sister, but we needed to ensure that he was on our side before we let that happen. We took a huge risk to rescue him, and I swore to all that it better not have been for nothing. “Tell the truth to all of my questions,” I cooed. “Why were you working with Blantay?” There were a couple types of magic that could protect the mind from the snar working, but luckily that was not an issue here because his pupils dilated. It was the telltale sign that the snar was taking hold. “She sought me out for my gift. I don’t know how she knew, but she did. I only worked with her because she threatened to harm my family. I did not believe her at first, but then she showed pictures of my family and how close she could get to them. Pictures that encompassed weeks.” It would have been possible that it was the Delmar that figured out his gift, but it was extremely concerning that she had pictures like she did. Someone would have needed to get close enough
DANTE I had never seen my mate respond to anyone like she did to the fucker that she had caught at Alpha Peter’s pack. Knowing that he had been one of her abusers while she was with the Darkies had Byron and me wanting to rip the heart from his chest. Not only did the fucker use her, but he had also been the one to sell Ashton out to Blantay. He was a waste of space, but ripping his throat out would not be justice because he deserved to suffer long and hard, day and night, until a time came when his body would eventually give out and die. We were about to leave to go home, but Ziyah said that there was one more thing that was necessary before we could do that. “Ashton, I don’t believe that you have any ill intentions. However, we can’t just sweep all of this under the rug. Bringing you into the pack is a risk that we’re willing to take, but there needs to be an assurance within all this. Do you know what a blood oath is?” she asked him. He slowly shook his head. Ziyah was treatin
ZIYAH I stood on our balcony and watched Dante sparring with Chris. They had trained together their entire lives. Sure, Dante had Alpha blood, but that was not always enough of an advantage. Anyone could learn compensation through honing their skills and abilities enough. Both guys had gotten some really good hits in. We were supposed to go down later to deal with Greg or whatever the fuck his name was. We needed to find out for certain if he had been an implant or if he had joined forces. Normally, one would think it would have to be the latter since it would be the only option that made sense time-wise. However, that logic did not account for the fact of seer abilities. My head started pounding as if there was an entire marching band in it. What the hell was going on? Belatedly, I realized that it was a vision. - Blantay knew that she was unable to infiltrate the packs in order to get to me. Saving Ashton was a neon sign that proved I had not died. No, she did not witness me sta
DANTE That information about those twin fuckers was the highlight of my day. Did I feel bad for laughing? Not one fucking bit. It served them right and was a consequence of taunting her. Apparently, that book had truly meant a lot to her for her to beat the shit out of people for it. Then I could not help but smile, knowing that she loved my nephews enough to part with it. That really meant a lot to me. The group that came in with Theo was fairly large, but I was not surprised. Their pack had Lamias too, just like Nightshade did, who would need to be part of this. I would venture a guess that the guy I did not know was mated to Maya given their handholding. He did look familiar though as if I had seen him but could not place where from. There was another female with them, but I had no idea who she was. What I did notice though was that Bronx immediately zeroed in on her and sat up straighter. Bronx was a great guy who had definitely excelled as Lamia. I had never seen him look at a
ZIYAH All in all, we had roughly three hundred fighters between all four packs. Was that overkill? No. We only had one chance at this working, so we needed to ensure that we were prepared for whatever was thrown our way. Expect the unexpected and all that jazz. In an ideal world, everything would go smoothly. Unfortunately, there was no such thing. This was not a fairytale where everyone just laid down their weapons and chose peace. This was reality, and the reality was simple. This was war. We were hoping that we could minimize the blowout, but that did not mean it was guaranteed. No, we had to prepare for every potential metaphorical and actual grenade. Well, hopefully not grenade but definitely dangerous and deadly assaults. We were on a strict ‘no kill’ policy if at all possible. We would not risk our lives, but it would be the very last option that we would take. Everyone had worked their asses off in training. The witches on our side had all taken time to teach everyone the
ZIYAH Blantay was truly an idiot. Her denouncing of our claims would not work so long as she continued to confirm them. She just admitted to the part of trying to kill Coralynn. How did she ever become a leader? I would have to ask Astrid about that later. All I knew was that she framed her, but how did that lead to Blantay taking over control as High Witch? HR should probably rethink their hiring processes. I watched as a fuckton of additional people joined the pro-Blantay faction. At least thirty additional people actually. ‘Those people aren’t part of the coven. Well, at least they weren’t the last time I was here. She must have brought more people in recently,’ Astrid informed us. It was a damn good thing that we brought so many talented people then. Her side had already doubled. There was no telling what their magic or gifts could do. They were a variable that we had not formally accounted for, but we did know that anything was possible. Muffled cries caught my attention. My
DANTE I knew that it would take time to treat Ziyah, but I felt like my sanity was slipping with each passing minute. Here we were again with Ziyah being treated for something serious. I hated how many times she had to come here. The first time was the night we met. I had to bring her here when that fucker had attacked and violated her. Then there was his bitch who nearly got her killed. Now, here we were because of that damn fireball. I was glad that the woman and her unborn child had been saved by my girl’s sacrifice, but I hated that she got hurt at all. Elle and Caiathus found me pacing the waiting room in an attempt to gain control from my spiraling emotions. She stopped directly in front of my body, halting my path. There was pain in her eyes because she hated that Ziyah got hurt. They had become really close and had their own bond. Then she was also in pain because she understood what this was doing to me. “How’s she doing?” she asked me softly, holding my hands in hers. Sh
DANTE I had to go take care of an issue with the warriors while Ziyah was still asleep. I swore that those fuckers had too much testosterone in their bodies at times. Although, it was fucking hilarious to see one of the female warriors sucker punching the aggravated fucker to get him to break through his haze and calm the fuck down. It worked like a dream. Honestly, I was not even needed. I found my mate in the bathroom, looking at her back in the mirror. The heartbreaking sight of tear tracks on her cheeks as she looked at her back stopped me in the doorway. There was scarring on her back. It would get better over time, but there would always be some type of scarring in the end even if it was minimal. Did it detract from her beauty? Not in the fucking least. My sexy Fae goddess could never look anything other than perfect. It was not her skin that made her amazing. It was all of her. Her beauty, mind, heart, and soul. “I’m sure that we can find something to help with the scarring
To All of My Lovely Readers, First of all, I want to give you my deepest gratitude for your continued support with the Fated series and the Dark Moon series. There is still plenty of story to be told between the two. Dante and Ziyah were two of my favorite characters to write about because their lives were filled with so much pain, but it only made them stronger. The Goddess paired them together because they could truly understand and support what their mate had gone through. “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” is book three in the Fated Series, which is currently up now! It follows Kade, Elle, Dante, and Ziyah as we round out dealing with the Darkies and developing the Supernatural Council. It crosses over with “Design of Fate” – Book Two of the Dark Moon Series. That one follows Jackson and Imeela as we round out Brynn’s Vessel prophecy. Thank you,Shana AllenThe current and upcoming books include: Fated Series: “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” (Complete)“Fated Soul – Fated Light”
There were a few different questions that had been asked over the course of the books within both series that had been released thus far. I figured that the best course of action was to answer a few of them here.-Q: What gods have been used throughout the books?A: The first one to be mentioned was Selene the Moon Goddess. “Fated Soul – Fated Light” introduces the three Fae gods – Ylonte, Danthali, and Slyersa. Ylonte was the god responsible for creating the Trelinin Protector lineage. The book also mentions Hecate – the goddess associated with magic. She was responsible for giving Selene the magic, which was given to her wolves in the form of gifts.Q: Why would Selene allow Elle to be harmed like she was?A: Even though Selene is a goddess, her interference within the lives of her creations has to be limited. Elle went through unimaginable trauma, but it made her into the fierce warrior that she became – the one who could and would stand against any threat to protect others. The t
SNEAK PEEK – “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” - ZIYAH I rocked my sweet baby girl in my arms after she finished eating. By the gods, I had never felt as content in all of my years as I did right now, holding one of our daughters in my arms. Blakely was an interesting mixture of her father and I. His black hair had natural white highlights in it. She also had his gorgeous blue eyes but had amethyst specks in them. Then she had my skin tone. She was absolutely perfect. She was the last one to feed this morning. Dante was giving me time to love on the triplets before we headed out. The time had finally come to deal with the Klarish clan. We spent weeks devising the perfect attack plan. Well, at least as close to perfect as possible. The clan had no qualms about playing dirty. There was also little known about their true strength when it came to the power amongst their people. As such, going to the castle would be a stupid idea. So, we had figured out the perfect way to lure them to us.
DANTE 100 years later – I leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking out over our amazing pack. Shadow Falls started out with just over a hundred people when we were still Shadow Creek. It grew to five thousand when our triplets took over. Now, our pack was triple even that. Each of our seven children took after their mother when it came to their passion and desire to become fucking badasses. Our triplets were exactly what this pack needed to flourish and become more of a force than our pack had ever been before. Every new set of leadership made us so fucking proud. Byron and I knew what it meant for us when we found out that our mate was Light Fae. Our lifespan would lengthen to that of the Fae. We would have a long life with Ziyah, but that did come at a cost as well. We outlived most of our family and friends. Goddess, it was so fucking hard to deal with. We learned how important it was to appreciate the good times, acknowledge the bad, but never take a single moment for
ZIYAH Twenty Years Later – “Momma, are you ready?” I turned around and saw my beautiful girls. Blakely and Grenza. By the gods, they have grown into amazing young women. I was so incredibly proud to be their mother. Blakely was our kindhearted spitfire who would go toe to toe with anyone in order to protect someone who needed it. Dante always teased her that she took after me because of that but also because she developed a combat magic soul skill as well. It was one reason why she headed the warrior and combat division of our pack and moonlighted when other packs or academies needed her expertise. Blakely’s skills were highly sought-after. She has had her own issues this year with a mate who recently made a mess of things the moment that the bond snapped into place. I was holding onto the hope that they would work things out. Fated bonds were not always easy in the beginning, but they were such a precious gift from the Goddess. Trust me when I tell you that Grant and Gabriel wer
ZIYAH Solana’s suite was locked up so tightly that nobody but her could enter it. Well, we will see about that. There was something that many people did not realize about setting magical locks like this. Any lock could be broken as long as something stronger acted as the key. It was the same way that I worked with the locks on the shifter at Alpha Peter’s pack when we went to save Ashton. Solana, despite having added outside power into her magic, still had far weaker magic than I did. Therefore, all I had to do was magically smash the locks. Dante watched me with morbid curiosity as I broke through each layer of defense. It only took about five minutes for her door to swing wide open. I flashed him a smirk and walked into the room. Honestly, I had never been in her space before because she and I had never gotten along once. She was older than me and held some stupid grudge because I put the time and effort into excelling at what I did. She just wanted prestige without all of the h
ZIYAH Two girls and a boy! I still could not wrap my head around that. I could not wait to hold them in my arms and show them how much they were loved. I had honestly given up hope of ever being a mother the moment that I woke up, chained to that concrete floor. It just proved that there was hope even in the most terrible of situations. “I was thinking that we could go somewhere special,” I told Dante with a mischievous grin. I had already planned on visiting Solana the moment that I knew that we would be coming to the estate. There were questions that I wanted and needed answers to. The only way I would be getting those was from her. We would be forced to deal with the Darkies sooner or later, so we needed all of the intel that we could get on them. Until I had escaped, I had only ever been in two rooms. Then I had always been blindfolded when I moved between the rooms. Solana would be our source of intel because she had visited there. I highly doubted that they would have treat
DANTE I had never really been a morning person until my mate became pregnant and began doing prenatal yoga each morning. The pack had quite a few pregnancies right now, so she started a morning class for all who were interested. There were over twenty. Each class gained at least one new participant. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a creepy fucking stalker?” Chris asked, leaning along the railing next to me. “Yes, they have,” I said matter-of-factly. “However, if I’m one then so are you because your eyes haven’t left your mate.” He chuckled because he knew I was right. This class started because Ziyah needed to do it for our blobs, and she felt that it would be good for Charlene as well. After this class, we were heading over to the estate so that she could get checked out by the team there. We were curious about the genders, but it would be easiest done by the specialists. It did not matter to us what they were, but we were both the type who preferred to be as prepared as p
DANTE ‘Stop it, babe. It wasn’t your fault, and you shouldn’t feel guilty. He shot me because he did. It was his choice and wasn’t your fault. Your aura saved my life and saved our people from getting hurt by the fuckers that it knocked out. I wouldn’t have changed a single fucking thing.’ Her eyes met mine, and I saw the guilt lessen as my words washed through her. This was not her fault at all. I had never truly been able to understand what Kade had gone through when he was in front of those who had hurt my sister. Well, that was until I had experienced it with Ziyah. Now, I was able to understand the pull between destroying the threat and leaving said threat to experience the painful consequences of their actions. This fucker before us was one who hurt my mate. Byron was pissed. I was pissed. We both wanted his blood, but we also wanted his suffering. Our instincts quieted some when Ziyah had her cousin bring something that she had created. It did sound really fucking painful.