Briar has never been safe. Of course, no one really is, but with her it is different. In the suffering remains of America, Briar grew up with little food and money, which was divided up between the members of her large family. She was born into a poor family, which everyone really was. Except for her father. The administrator. He had power over the largest county in old America. His position put her in a terrible place of danger. She is known as the administrator's rich, spoiled daughter, instead of the small girl who grew up in a poor home. Everyone wants to get out of this county, go somewhere new, and with her, they might just be able to do so. James has lived with the Street Raiders since he was seven, when Willy took him in after his mother had died and his father had left him. The Raiders did save the poor orphan boy's life, by feeding him and giving shelter, but James is ready to break out and start his own group. He notices all the flaws in every plan the street raiders come up with, but isn't allowed to say so. He is supposed to follow suit; be a minion to the leader, fight only the fights he is told to do so. His mind is to strong for these simple tasks. He is to smart and good at fighting for these little things he is told to do. He wants to think on his own. And he is just about to do so. But first, he needs to find away out, because as the street raiders best fighter and smartest man, they aren't going to let him go easy. Oh no. The raiders don't do easy.

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HE'S MY MATE I feel the cold stones pressed to my back, seeping through the piece of fabric I have on to cover my body, the concrete below just as cold. This room, wherever it is, is kept low, low enough to bring my body temperature down. I haven't been able to access my wolf since I had been drugged when they got me. I don't know who they are, some monsters that have kept me prisoner. I don't even know how long I've been here. I tried counting the days, but when there are no windows, barely any lights, and when you keep getting knocked out by drugs, it makes it impossible to guess. I feel the deep pit of despair coming back to swallow me whole. The mood swings I keep going through, they must be a side effect of whatever it is they're giving me. There's no way out of this, there's no way Alarik will find me, and there's no way I can break free. I give up pulling on the shackles that bind my wrists, the skin there rubbed raw and scabbing from all the times I've tried to pull them loose. Even if I had my wolf strength, they're made of silver. There's no way I'm getting out of them, not unless someone unlocks them with a key. *************** Following Allison's disappearance, Alarik has been on edge. He's seached the entire pack, looked every possible place near their lands and hasn't found a single piece of evidence that leads to her, and what's worse is he can't link to her. Something's shut off the access of her to him, and there are very, very few ways that could happen, and one of them is death. Alarik refuses to give up hope that his mate is still alive and while he wants to blame Hazel, the very demon who said she wouldn't stop until she was with Alarik, one witness actually saw what happened, and it wasn't a woman that had taken his mate. Alarik is racing against time. Time that if it runs out, he must marry the very woman he despises, and the time that's slowly ticking to find Allison alive. Cover by @_fangirling