No single Hunter guild surpassed the Fraser’s in terms of the devastation they’d wreaked upon our kind—damage they’d been inflicting for as long as memory served. Their hatred for us was legendary, and despite their philanthropic front they put up amongst humans like themselves, we werewolves knew
Layla’s POVThe sound of excited murmurs, loud laughter and shuffling feet travelled in from all directions in the main Pack House; but in the corner I picked to sit and observe (a rarely used hallway at the highest floor of the house, which had an alcove that let me look out on the goings-on outsid
Layla’s POVSave the occasional question, Xavier and I didn’t exchange many words as we made our way through various hallways and stairs to our destination. My heart was beating so fast from anxiety I feared the entire Pack would hear it, and the Blue Moon heir must’ve sensed this because even thou
She stretched out a hand to me that I took, and I marveled at the strength of her grip. “None of them mention how lovely you are though,” the woman continued. “Agnes Stockwell, pleased to make your acquaintance.”Of course, I had known who she was as soon as I laid eyes on her, but that didn’t make
Layla’s POVUnsealing a memory would always be an agonising process. I knew that from experience, and so I had to admit that I was pretty impressed at how the Committee members handled the situation. There were sharp hisses, and most of them clutched their heads as they squeezed their eyes shut. Bu
Layla’s POVI saw my grandfather stop to consider his response for a long moment.“Fifteen years, give or take.”No one said anything, but I caught the looks passed, which told me more than words ever would in circumstances like this. They had been willing to listen as soon as they heard of Julius’
Layla’s POVThe silence that accompanied Malcolm’s suggestion was so pure that the sound of a pin dropping might’ve registered to all of us at that moment in the same way a small explosion would. That was how quiet the room was, and as I watched the eyes of the Committee members narrow to slits whi
“IT IS ALREADY IN JEOPARDY!” Malcolm snapped, finally losing his patience. “THOSE BASTARDS ARRANGED TO HAVE HER TAKEN AWAY, AND NOW YOU—!”“Malcolm,” I heard my mate call out in a level tone.The sound of his name seemed to reassert something inside him, because my grandfather clamped his lips shut,
Dear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre
For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h
Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the
This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar
Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden
“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros
Hector’s POV The Sanguis Pack conference hall was more packed than I had ever seen it. It teemed with visiting werewolves from all over the globe, all seated, and as the sounds they made traveled to me (chairs creaking, the steady drone of air conditioning, and people with heads close together sp
My whole body felt as taut as a string, and tears stung my eyes as I watched her let her emotions settle. “Sorry about that,” my mother apologized after some time, swallowing. I noticed her hands in her laps, trembling. “I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.” She paused to gather her thoughts b
Layla’s POV With a tucked-in T shirt, denim jeans, and hair cropped just below her chin, Elaine Holloway looked much better than she had when I last saw her… which wasn’t that high of a bar when I actually thought about it. I mean, she had been standing next to the man who kept her captive for al