Book 6 of the Forgotten Series ~ Letting go is hard. ~ Michael Davis knew that well. He spent nearly a decade locked within his wolf after the death of his mate and his daughter. The pain so sharp and searing it drove him away from his pack and his home. Locked in the dark recesses of his mind he finally started to come to terms with the loss, began rebuilding his life. He had lost it all but some how gathered the shattered pieces of his life back together. He was a Beta male, walked side by side with his brother in bond and held his chin high with pride as he watched Luka. However sorrow always seemed close by and with his goddaughter Amelia hanging in the balance they are all sent to Altia to see what can be done. ~ Are you willing to pay the price of the Old Ways? ~ Lilith had been found wandering the forests, her mind shattered into sharp pieces. Her mind had been twisted and fractured by the Old Ways that clung to the edges of society. The madness her mate gave her caused her to give her pound of flesh for the Old Ways. An Alpha Male losing his heir to the madness that he had brought to his female. She was sent to those in Altia by the kind rogues who found her. She was left to wait for someone to come and help, someone who could help her put together the shards of sanity that lingered in her gaze. ~ Mene can bring together and she can shatter. ~ In one moment, that Micheal knows he will remember forever, he finds his life tangled with Lilith's as the goddess takes her blessing and leaves a gift in return. A new bond to a mad female who quietly asks him if he will put her back in the dark with eyes that shimmer with the barest hints of sanity. He doesn't understand but he cannot change the path that the goddess has set him on, he can only ride the tides of grief that now cling to his family and his pack because when the goddess gives, she also takes and that leaves a hole nothing can truly fill. ~ Are you ready for the price you must pay? ~

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Book three of the Forgotten series ~ Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. Living in the mountains, away from civilization and away from the eyes of mundanes. The Mountain packs are harsh and brutal. Shifter against shifter. Pack against pack. Wolves against wolves. All fighting for the same thing. Survival. Azrael Thorn was a powerful Alpha. He had taken his title by force, as tradition dictated. Power and authority of the Alphas and shifters who had challenged him and lost radiated off of his tall, bulky frame. He was dangerous and he was everything an Alpha of a Mountain pack should be. Yet he had no mate or family to call his own. But a mate who could not stand the bitterly cold winters or the brutality of the pack would not produce strength. It would only bring weakness. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~ If the pain stops, it means you are dead. Lace Owens is underestimated at every turn. Her small and delicate built matches her name but the power of defeated enemies hang off her heavily. A power and an authority that would bring many men to their knees if they sensed it, hangs off of her like an oppressively dark cloud but she hides it carefully. Unwilling to let anyone see just how powerful she has become. Her skin is marked with a painful past and she has turned a thing of cruelty into a thing of beauty with her blade. Swirling patterns adorning her skin, hiding the cruelty among her willing pain, her only comfort against the world around her. If the pain stops, it means you are dead. ~ Two world collide as Azrael and Lace form a bond and spiral down into unfamiliar territory where Azrael is shown that strength doesn't always come from size and Lace learns that love can spring from even the most painful places. Together they show the werewolf world a long held belief still stands strong. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~

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