Crassus folded his arms and sneered s if he had nothing to worry about. "Your father would not hand you up to me. I assumed it was because of your fury. Would have made our mating much more difficult. Or it may be because you hadn't yet entered a wolf's heat, and he was scared you wouldn't be worth possessing." He said, his eyes as cold as ash, "But Freya is dead, and you will now be mine."His words slashed through her like an ice sword, but she seemed to be unconcerned, waving a hand at Lucian, who was battling another wolf. "This is my partner. Crassus, you're already too late. Accept it and move on."He went out to stroke Ravena's hair, but she smacked him on the back of the hand. He laughed from the pit of his stomach, wicked and vicious. He grabbed her by the throat and threw her against the wall before she could respond. A shiver ran down her spine, and she dropped the light. "Despite your father's insistence, you hoped Bruin would give you to another pack member—another subchi
Leidolf kissed Ravena on the cheek, and she seemed to hold her breath, pale and self-conscious."So it seems," Leidolf remarked, his voice strong and intimidating. "I had planned on bringing Ravena home to my pack."Ravena exhaled deeply. "Are you going to Wildhaven?" "You're going to lead them now?""No, not in Oregon." My mother and father have joined me. In Wildhaven, Uncle Hrothgar will face the pack. Will you accompany me?" He grabbed a soft grip on her arm as if to convince her to follow him."No, Leidolf." Her cheeks flushed, and she yanked her arm free of his clutches. "You abandoned us two years ago!" We could have used your assistance! Do you think you can come in here and dictate to me now that you're the pack leader? That'd be the day.""All right, that's resolved. Several prime-aged reds joined the group in search of a mate and were quite intrigued when I mentioned my sister was available, however..." Leidolf shrugged and gave Lucian a sour look.So, had Leidolf already p
“Silva.”"You're right, Ravena. The murderer is still out there, and someone must keep an eye on you at all times. Why didn't Doc Mitchell bring in someone else? Forget about it. He certainly would have. However, you did not wait. "Who is keeping an eye on Carol's room?""Deputy Trevor."“Fine. Stay there until I can bring someone else to the hospital to accompany you home following your visit."Ravena tightened her teeth, annoyed that she had to be continually monitored. "That'll do. "And how about Carol's parents?""Lucian will go ballistic when he finds out you've been running around without protection," Tom complained. I'll make plans for her parents to visit. But don't go until I have a security detail ready for you." "Yes, sir." She hung up the phone with a smile."I could hear Tom's voice all the way here," Silva said.Carol was frowning so hard that Ravena grasped her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "Tom will make the necessary arrangements.""You... you put your life in da
"Sam," Carol murmured dreamily. "She couldn't possibly go wrong with him." But I have another question."Ravena assumed she'd never hear the end of them, which was understandable. She hadn't even told Carol about the semi-immortal element yet. Carol, she reasoned, wasn't a virgin. Carol, on the other hand, had to be warned by Ravena that she couldn't have casual sexual intercourse with a lupus garou. That if one acted interested in her—and given scarcity in most packs, she'd have plenty of interest—if she reacted similarly to a male, she could be wedded and it'd be a done thing, for life. But this was not the time or place to discuss it. "The bullets that killed Doc Oliver and Ritka were silver, weren't they?" Carol inquired.“Yes.”"But how do werewolves work in the silver mine?" They have to, don't they? Isn't it going to kill them?"“No. It's only lethal if it hits the heart or brain and isn't removed right away. Otherwise, silver does not disturb us.""I'm sure you're going to get
Sam clenched his teeth. "I did, for not knowing where you were when I called Lucian."Ravena grinned and patted the rough-and-tumble bartender on the shoulder. "You can handle it." She then joined Silva at the unmanned nurse's station. "Did you find out anything?""Nurse Grey said no one was brought in for injuries sustained in a mudslide during the night of the shootings.""Which could imply that none of the injuries were severe enough to necessitate hospitalization."“Right. So I contacted the Silver Town Express employees. Nobody was aware of the mudslide, but they were preoccupied with the gunshots.""What about those guys who have to clear the roads during a storm?""That was my next thought." Silva waved a piece of paper around, displaying each of the things she'd marked off. "I contacted the supervisor of the road-clearing team. There had been no reports of mudslides on the night the shooter shot you, but many members of his team were searching for you in the woods. They were a
“No.”"It means," Ravena clenched her teeth, "that Ritka's family is too embarrassed to have the pack witness the burial because Ritka was involved in my sister's death." They all remained silent.“Right?”"That means the family desired it." There's nothing else to it." Lucian's voice had a foreboding tone to it."I'm sorry if I disagree."Lucian took a deep breath. "They believe your sister played a role in her death."Ravena's jaw clenched, and she fought back tears that welled up deep within her."They know they can't keep you out of the funeral without offending me, but they see you and think of Freya." As a result, they are having a private funeral. She was almost certainly involved in the blackmail. However, there is no concrete evidence to support this idea."Ravena quickly rose from his seat at the table. "There isn't any necessity. You and the rest of the gang are free to depart. I wouldn't want to deprive them of the presence of their leader."Lucian grabbed her wrist and fo
Silva mumbled something and rushed out of the kitchen. Carol took a little longer to realize that the alpha leader wanted some alone time with his partner. Her cheeks reddened, and she hastily excused herself and dashed after Silva, closing the door behind her."Why didn't you say something to me?" she reprimanded outside the kitchen.Lucian leaned on Ravena's shoulders. "You have a cinnamon, apple, and brown sugar scent to you." "Delicious enough to eat." He slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her lips without waiting for her assent. "Hmm, it tastes like brown sugar, apples, and cinnamon, too."She dissolved like the butter dabs she'd sprinkled on top of the lattice-work pie crusts. "Have you seen anyone who has bite marks?"He sighed. “Ravena…” He made a shaky motion with his head. "I'm afraid Angelina didn't bite her as hard as she should have, or the scar has already healed." It doesn't matter. We have him where we want him. I've felt the gap between us the previous two d
Trevor had hired the shooter who killed Ravena, Tom, and Sam. Before anybody could question him, he emerged on the ridge and murdered the gunman. What is the motivation, you ask? He aspired to be the sheriff. He believed that his sister mating with me would assure him of that status in the future. However, some may have heard whispers that Freya's children were not my own, and when Ritka confirmed this to Trevor, he devised this blackmail plot. The money was located in a bank account in Trevor's name in Green Valley thanks to the sheriff's investigation."Trevor gave the sheriff a dagger glance.Lucian made a move to Chester. "P.I. Chester McKinley, acting on our behalf, assisted in uncovering this treachery." The puzzle pieces all fit together. Trevor was a prisoner living on borrowed time." Lucian's spine tensed and his eyes glowed with a ferocious glitter.But Trevor didn't appear to be a convicted man, which made Ravena suspect that Lucian and he had staged the whole thing."Excep
They joined the gathering, their voices harmonizing with those around them. The talk moved well, touching on subjects ranging from environmental sustainability to social justice and the significance of community involvement.Lucian and Ravena were enthralled by the many perspectives and experiences that each individual offered. They learned that dialogues could question prejudices, extend horizons, and drive action.During the lively conversation, they drew the attention of a young lady called Maya, whose desire for education and empowerment struck a chord with them. Maya brought Lucian and Ravena to a local community center where she was active, so they could experience directly the changing dialogues that went place.Lucian and Ravena enthusiastically accepted the offer since it piqued their interest. When they arrived at the community center, they were met with a colorful mosaic of people from many origins and walks of life. Conversations filled the air as people gathered in circle
Lucian and Ravena's life grew linked with the rhythm of their new house in the months that followed. They went on additional excursions, discovered hidden jewels in the city, and formed stronger bonds with their buddies.Lucian sat on a park bench one bright day, absorbed in a chat with their buddy, Marcus, an imaginative architect recognized for his futuristic creations. Lucian's eyes expanded with interest as they examined the potential of architecture to affect human experiences."Imagine, Marcus, if our conversations with buildings could go beyond mere aesthetics," Lucian pondered."What if we could create spaces that invite dialogue, encourage connection, and inspire moments of contemplation?"Marcus leaned back and focused his sight on the horizon. "Ah, Lucian, you've hit on a brilliant concept. Architecture has the ability to be a silent storyteller, a conduit for dialogues between people and their environment. It has the ability to stimulate emotions, encourage thinking, and s
Outside the center, the effects of these discussions began to spread across Crestwood. Murals that honored diversity and unity decorated the walls. Local companies grew as the community embraced the concept of helping one another achieve their goals. Sustainability and environmental stewardship discussions sparked efforts that changed the town into an eco-friendly paradise.Crestwood's reputation as a gathering place for important talks extended far and wide, attracting guests from all over the world. The center became a meeting place for artists, philosophers, scientists, and visionaries, who participated in thought-provoking debates that stretched the bounds of knowledge and imagination.The commitment of Lucian and Ravena to discussion went beyond the center. They developed annual festivals to celebrate dialogues via music, poetry, and performance art. The air was alive with anticipation as individuals from all over the world descended on Crestwood, eager to engage in talks that ch
They were at a noisy café one beautiful afternoon, drinking cups of delicious coffee and indulging in spirited banter with their pals Amelia, Ethan, and Lily. Laughter rang through the air as they told tales and shared dreams, their chats a tapestry of pleasure and inspiration."Have you heard the legend of the hidden treasure, buried deep within the outskirts of Crestwood?" Amelia leaned closer, her eyes flashing with malice.Ethan's curiosity peaked. "Treasure? "Please tell us more!"Amelia gave a cheeky look. "According to legend, centuries ago, a group of adventurers hid their precious treasure somewhere in the wilderness surrounding Crestwood." It is supposed to contain unfathomable wealth and undiscovered secrets."Lucian's eyes twinkled with delight. "Imagine the stories that treasure could hold, the history that it could unlock!"Ravena nodded, her voice full of excitement. "Perhaps it's time for us to become adventurers ourselves, uncovering the mysteries and treasures of Cre
Lucian and Ravena found refuge in their alone while traveling, seeking strength and comfort in one another. Their talk became reflective one evening as they sat by a crackling campfire under a starlit sky."I never imagined our lives would be filled with such extraordinary events," Ravena said, her voice laced with apprehension. "However, I would not trade this life for anything." Our love, our mission—everything seems perfect."Lucian grabbed for her hand, his eyes filled with adoration. "You are my mooring, Ravena. You provide me with direction and clarity in this chaotic world. We have produced something wonderful together—a pack that serves as a light of hope."Ravena smiled, her heart swelled with love. "And you, Lucian, personify strength and resilience. I am inspired by your unrelenting drive, knowing that we are facing these obstacles together."The approach of a pack member, their countenance bringing warning of an approaching peril, cut short their intimate moment. Lucian an
“No.”"You don't even know what I was going to say.""You'd have to leave for college." So no.” His dark gaze challenged her as he rapidly stripped her naked."I can do it online." A psychologist had to go from Green Valley to assist Freya." Ravena stroked her fingers through Lucian's silky hair, but his stern look told her he wasn't buying her pitch."I'm still saying no." He yanked his shirt off.“Why?”He got out of bed and took off his boots and slacks. "I don't want you to be talking to crazy people." Returning to her bed, he leaned forward and stroked her breast. "They may fall in love with their doctor, believing she loves them because she listens to their concerns and cares about them." And one as lovely as you..." He made a shaky motion with his head."I could help people deal with grief and various anxieties." "I need to get some work done."His hand slid to her tummy, and he gently massaged her. "You'll have plenty of things to do."She snarled.He mumbled. "OK, OK. Get you
Ravena instinctively sprang for Sheridan's throat and grasped hold. She felt Lucian brush up against her side, attempting to reach Sheridan, but she couldn't release go for fear of the gray killing her next. Sheridan released Leidolf and gripped Ravena's throat in the time it took a bolt of lightning to strike the earth. He would murder her like he did her sister, and in doing so, he would remove Lucian's motivation to live.Lucian gripped his uncle's neck with his massive teeth before she could fear or feel Sheridan's jaws clamping down tighter, blocking the air from flowing. He crushed the bone and the vitality out of the gray by biting down hard.Sheridan's grip on Ravena's neck eased, and they both slumped. She lay still when she landed on her side, attempting to catch her breath. But it got worse, and she couldn't help but feel completely embarrassed. Despite the cold, Lucian instantly shifted into his human form and placed his palm over the cut on her throat. “Carol!”Leidolf nu
Trevor had hired the shooter who killed Ravena, Tom, and Sam. Before anybody could question him, he emerged on the ridge and murdered the gunman. What is the motivation, you ask? He aspired to be the sheriff. He believed that his sister mating with me would assure him of that status in the future. However, some may have heard whispers that Freya's children were not my own, and when Ritka confirmed this to Trevor, he devised this blackmail plot. The money was located in a bank account in Trevor's name in Green Valley thanks to the sheriff's investigation."Trevor gave the sheriff a dagger glance.Lucian made a move to Chester. "P.I. Chester McKinley, acting on our behalf, assisted in uncovering this treachery." The puzzle pieces all fit together. Trevor was a prisoner living on borrowed time." Lucian's spine tensed and his eyes glowed with a ferocious glitter.But Trevor didn't appear to be a convicted man, which made Ravena suspect that Lucian and he had staged the whole thing."Excep
Silva mumbled something and rushed out of the kitchen. Carol took a little longer to realize that the alpha leader wanted some alone time with his partner. Her cheeks reddened, and she hastily excused herself and dashed after Silva, closing the door behind her."Why didn't you say something to me?" she reprimanded outside the kitchen.Lucian leaned on Ravena's shoulders. "You have a cinnamon, apple, and brown sugar scent to you." "Delicious enough to eat." He slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her lips without waiting for her assent. "Hmm, it tastes like brown sugar, apples, and cinnamon, too."She dissolved like the butter dabs she'd sprinkled on top of the lattice-work pie crusts. "Have you seen anyone who has bite marks?"He sighed. “Ravena…” He made a shaky motion with his head. "I'm afraid Angelina didn't bite her as hard as she should have, or the scar has already healed." It doesn't matter. We have him where we want him. I've felt the gap between us the previous two d