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playing at? A halfbreed! No, she can't be my mate. And there's the problem with Shane. I lean back in my chair, ove

shadowlands and Aetherra, the land of light, chaos abounded. Wicked creatures from the Shadowlands invaded Aetherra. T

ith special abilities. Already powerful as Lycans we have more endurance, speed and sharper vi

ewove the veil. Binding parts of herself into its threads. Aetherra enjoyed a time of peace. But it did not last. Th

om generation to generation hangs from my neck. It's a lone wolf carved in intricate detail

n halfbreed. A weak one at that. The throne needed strong heirs. It's what my subjects demand of me.

t. "What is the report on the Southridge pack?" "A werewolf went rabid yesterday, he bit two others before he was put down." Mark pauses, art

moving. War is brewing. And more than ever, the strength of my house is needed. Mark

Claire was faring, he wouldn't say. "Nadine is Nadine, my lord." He gives a wry smile. "The Halfbreed might not survive another week, I

e?" I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. "My wolf is tied to her, there's a connection, Mark, and Shane is a

a grim line. "I c

s way, It's like a kind of high. But I have no business seeing her. Mark wasn't lying, Nadine l

tion and scooping her into my arms. Holding her till my strength becomes hers. It would me

from me why her life turned upside down. She deserves that at least. I don't even think a

ere." I hear Nadine but see no one else except Claire. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Leave us," I sa

to look into her eyes. The hurt I see there shames me. "Claire," I mutter, hunting for her scent, the h

the answers? I must say something though, if only to save her life. "You are part wolf, Claire--" "That's not possible! How?" She r

--" "James--" "Will be taken care of." Seeing the alarm in her eyes, I clarify. "He won't remember you and neither wou

be mine and goddess help me, Shan