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 Breaking her had been the final step in shedding his father's "outdated" lega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 Ridg

spite 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,