Until he spoke again, her thoughts wandered. The question, "Who killed him?"She fixed her gaze on his naked chest, which was gorgeous and had light hair and muscles. Who said that a man's body couldn't be attractive? He had an extraordinarily genuine, lickable, and kissable appearance throughout.Lucian, I'm not sure who murdered him.Oh, dear. The shooter ought to have been questioned. Lucian gently warmed her by lowering her top, and then he closed her jacket with the same delicacy. "Who the hell are you, first of all?"So much for being delicate.She tried to scream, "Lelandi, and you know who the hell I am," between her teeth, but her voice was too husky. With the exception of gazing at his lovely chest, she could hardly keep her eyes open due to the heavy lids covering them.What about the rest of him, though? In her visions, he appeared naked, his sculpted body eager to please her in every manner, his corded muscles rippling as he moved. Why was she dressed, too? When she was c
He was probably afraid Lucian would be upset with him for missing the shooter with a less lethal blow. Mason gave Lucian a tilted gazeSam and the other members of Lucian's tribe were circumspect about what they divulged since humans who were interested in what had transpired mixed with them. It prompted Lucian to reconsider the kiss. He couldn't even stand to hear the little red wolf, who was partially out of her mind, discuss lupus garous.Lucian interrupted the show by saying, "Let's get you to the hospital.""I'll go with him." Mervin continued to dress in his traditional barber garb, including his vest, white long-sleeve shirt with a red band around the arm, red bow tie, and straw hat perched atop his nearly black hair. "Lucian, the sheriff has cut short his vacation and is coming back here."“Good. This afternoon, at two, my team and I need to meet.Lucian went back to the area where the gunman lay dead after he had witnessed the injured being taken to the hospital. The man's c
Melba might try to make it more like the color of her eyebrows by removing some of the cocolorsShe frequently uses human hair," Silva stated.The speaker said, "I'm not serious."Silva touched the hair of Freya. "Once the transformation occurs, the dye won't hold anyway. That sounds like your answer, boss. She can transform into a wolf in three days, which will remove that horrible hair dye job."She won't be here for that long, if I can help it."The number "three days." Doc rubbed his chin, which was hairless. I doubt she will be prepared to depart so quickly."She's that unfortunate?"She is quite frail. She received some blood from Doc Mitchell. Jake also did. Three days are stretching things.Shaking his head, Lucian. She would get into more problems the longer she stayed in Silver Town.Doc breathed out loud. "No one is aware of the situation. Is there a second shooter? The only one? Did he receive a job? Can we expect another hit? Many people are very upset that the shooter inj
She licked her chapped lips while closing her eyes. What she wouldn't do for a glass of pink lemonade on ice. She felt as though she had been scorched to death by the blazing sun, as she had been at the beach at South Padre Island a few years prior. The summer heat had returned with a vengeance.She was drawn to the rustling sound of Silva looking through Ravena's pocketbook.Silva grinned, her coffee-colored eyes were made darker by a layer of brown eye shadow that was applied over her ruby lips. "No driving permit. How did you arrive in Silver Town? No rented vehicles are missing. None of the parked cars in the neighborhood belong to Freya Catterton, according to Deputy Sheriff Trevor.Ravena finally understood it. She and her sister shared the same first name. What a disaster. “Catterton?”Silva scolded. So Ravena's last name wasn't that.No, and even though she had previously corrected people, no one had paid attention. Ravena wasn't even her first name."So, what is your real las
“Triplet? Please don't tell me that there is another of you, oh my God. Lucian will undoubtedly die young as a result of the news.My brother, who would look for our sister's killer if he were present.Oh, he must be an alpha male who has broken away from your pack. Where is he now, then?Ravena's eyes misted, and she shrugged, wishing to hell that her brother—who was seven years older than them—or even her uncle—would come to her aid.Silva licked her lower lip. "What if the gunman who is now dead killed your sister?"The answer is "He didn't.""You sound quite confident. Why do you know that?Silva and Ravena both exclaimed as Lucian entered the room. How long had he been hearing what they were saying in private?His voice was angry and accusatory, "How do you know he wasn't the one who killed Ravena, assuming she didn't commit suicide?"She informed me.The jaw of Lucian clenched. Say nothing to me. You and the triplets communicated covertly.If you mean a letter, then yes, she did
Taking the key, Mrs. Hastings circled the counter. The poor little thing isn't safe at all. Her eyes widened as she cast a quick peek at the revolver concealed in Lucian's belt. The question "She was packing?"He didn't want to argue with his uncle about the gun again, so he asked, "Was there anything else you can remember about her?"Mrs. Hastings indicated the loft's meandering staircase. "You may look around there. One of my adolescent visitors informed me that a woman was sobbing while reading a letter.It was Ravena's sister when I began my investigation. I didn't see any letter, so she must have wiped away her tears. Uncle Sheridan hurried to the loft by climbing the stairs."Have you got any other memories?" Nothing in her room indicated that she had ever been there, according to Lucian."After the visitors had left for the day, Emma cleaned the rooms. Nothing was mentioned by her. Mrs. Hastings took another look at the weapon.Uncle Sheridan re-joined them after stomping down
Why was it that she couldn't make out his face? It appeared as though the moon's shadow covered it in darkness. He knew her name so well, why couldn't she hear it? He appeared to be in charge of the dream, like the alpha male. When the night ended and the day began again, why couldn't she have him in the real world?He filled her with his seed, and she wanted it to be real, so she murmured, "Ahh," her body trembling in pleasure. Not just for brief times in her dream world, she wanted to locate him and be with him always.She attempted to ignore the terrible pain when it suddenly shot through her chest by focusing on her lover's lips, which were the only feature of his face she could see. They were split apart, grimacing as though he understood how hurt she was.Ravena mouthed something.Her skull was about to blow out as she tried to close her eyes and pretend the pain wasn't screeching over every nerve ending.He repeated the name Ravena with increased vehemence, and then his sturdy
Freya opened her eyes two agonizingly long hours later, and Lucian started grilling her right away, eager to get the truth out of her this time. What happened to the man that approached you in front of Hastings?“Gunman?”Being purposefully evasive? Or am I still unclear? The hooded man wearing the copper cloak, I say.Her already pale face immediately grew paler.“Freya?”She glared. "No one."He tightened his fists. "It might be something if he's from your pack and he followed you here," the person said.She shook her head while closing her eyes.Okay, we'll learn everything we need to know after we capture the idiot. He took a moment to wait for her to cave. When she didn't, he recommenced his assault on her. "He broke into your room, touched you physically—"“I… He didn't break into my room, in my opinion.The question "How do you know?" She made no comment.Then we got physical with you. Lucian barely managed to control his wrath. Why did she defend the cretin?"A little irate."
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