he Predator'
war machine, the Silver Moon pack house was drowning in t
ed in a year. The office was different now; he had stripped the walls of the old tapestries-the ones depicting the pack's history o
out said, bowing low. "Ava has likely fled to the human
ouldn't. Ava was soft. She spent her time tending to the elders and worrying abo
ent of visceral satisfaction in it. Breaking her had been the final step in shedding his father's "outdated" lega
he told
verlooking the Iron Gorge, the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy. Behind her, the Black Ridgspite his massive frame. He didn't speak; he si
lead transport
ozen motorcycles. But it was the insignia on the lead vehicle that made her blood run cold. It wasn
art hammering against her ribs. "Lu
adrenaline. "He's arrogant. He believes the King of the Black Ridge is too busy with the northern borders to n
of stone. "I don't want him dead yet, Kazeem. I want him to watch th
e a low, lethal promise. "Wait for my signal. When th
part of the pass. The rock walls rose hundreds of
cle at the front of the line, his head held high, looking every bit the conquering hero he imag
r fingers digging int
streak of brilliant crimson li
eously, trapping the convoy in a cage of fire and twisted metal. The motorcycles skidded
hit the ground in a blur of fur and muscle, tearing through the Silver Moon guards with a ferocity she hadn't kn
t, pulling a silver-edged blade from his boot. He swung wildly at
red over the sound of gunf
rowl came from the
wolf with eyes the color of a winter storm. She was covered in the s
e cracking. "No. You're...
black wolf-Kazeem-loomed in the shadows, his amber eyes watching the scene with predatory i
eckage of his pride. For the first time in his life,
ing. "We can talk about this! It was jus
but for the hand holding the blade. As her teeth sank into his wrist,
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