Redemption through love is the greatest gift of all.
Ive Sheppard travelled a great distance to save a man she'd only dreamt about—her mate. Now she is journeying to Africa to save not only his life, but his soul without losing her heart in the process.
Djimon is lost. For centuries he was locked inside his body while an evil spirit took over and controlled him. Now the spirit has been banished and Dji is lost. The horrors he witnessed won't go way and he has no idea how to redeem himself.
Greycen Sheppard is Ive's twin brother and when she left he followed only to find what he'd thought would never be his—a mate.
Peter Tyler has had a rough life, thrown out of his birth pack for being gay and wandering the world searching for himself until he finally finds the Master pack and is accepted for who he is, not who he's attracted to. When Grey shows up, the impossible is right in front of him, but can his heart believe that a gay man can have a mate?
Four lives will be forever changed—but will love be enough as they struggle through captivity, past prejudice and unimaginable horrors to fulfil an ancient prophecy.
Is the world ready for shifters?
Kitty Kelley is running from her past dragging along her younger twin sisters. With a bit of luck she ends up at the Masters pack. Just as she starts to get comfortable—her past catches up.
Everett Cord wants what his cousin has found. A mate. He used to be the go to guy for his cousin, but now that he has a mate, Everett is a bit lost. When Kitty's past shows up, he is there to protect her.
Shifters are about to be exposed to the world and it's going to take Kitty's past and Everett standing strong with her to make sure the outcome doesn't have them locked in cages.
General Release Date: 25th February 2013
"I may be going on this trip to help out, but make no mistake about it, I’m not here for you." Peter Tyler declared to Greycen Sheppard before stepping on to the plane.
Damn his alpha for pairing him up with Grey on this rescue mission to save the missing pack members who’d left for Africa not so long ago. The pack needed to stop with the matchmaking. Peter would never have a mate. That had been beaten into his head time and time again by his family. He was an abomination no matter what Russ—the pack leader—or the others said.
Who cared if he thought Grey was hotter than hot with his bright blue eyes and shaved head? Who cared if every time he was in touching distance of the man he wanted to wrap himself around that thick muscular body and fuck for days?
I do. That’s who.
He desired Grey more than he really cared to admit—even to himself. But he wasn’t playing into the whole mating thing. He’d help Grey get his sister, Ive, back and that was it. He was there to protect Grey—no, not that, he was there to retrieve the other pack members. Yes, that was his goal and if he watched over Grey while doing it that was his business and no one else’s.
"Whatever you say, man. I’ll let you have your way for now because I’m worried about Ive, but after this little trip is over, you and I will be having a serious talk."
Peter jumped out of the seat he’d just got comfortable in to confront Grey.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I mean, really? All you want is a piece of ass and I seem to be handy. I’ve already told you—fags don’t get mates."
"You keep telling yourself, sweetheart."
Peter moved closer and loomed over the other man, one of the advantages of being so freakishly tall.
"We’re gay and I’ll say it one more time so listen closely. We. Don’t. Get. Mates. Mating is for breeders. Didn’t you get the memo?"
Peter shouldn’t have been as worked up as he was, but he hated the ache in his chest when he was near Grey and it pissed him off no end that the fox shifter was so casual with his sexual orientation.
"I don’t know who screwed you over, but you have a lot of learning to do." Grey glared up at him, not backing down an inch. God he was sexy. Peter leant down and nipped at Grey’s lips in a show of aggression. Grey growled and opened his mouth as if expecting a kiss. The two breathed in and out, neither moving to break whatever spell they were under. Grey licked his lip and stared into Peter’s eyes.
The captain’s voice interrupted their pissing match.
"Please buckle in. We’re getting ready for take—off."
Peter backed away and moved as far from Grey as he could get. He’d started to shake and needed to sit down. Confrontation wasn’t his thing, but something about Grey seemed to bring it out of him.
Grey cleared his throat like he was getting ready to say something. Peter glared at him. He was done talking for now. He’d focus on what Bella, the Masters’ pack seer, had told him. It wasn’t much to go on. Joy, one of the four—member team who had been sent to Africa in the first place to dispose of an evil vessel that had taken over another shifter, had magically activated a necklace, flashing out a distress call. The team consisted of Joy and her mate Zareb, along with Ive and her mate Djimon. Djimon was the one who had been infected with the Vessel. It was a long boring story that he didn’t know all the details to, just what he’d heard.
Bella had said Ive and Djimon had been separated from Joy and Zareb. They were being sent to the location Bella had pinpointed from the images. Ive and Djimon had gone off map. Bella had said it was as if they had disappeared, but weren’t dead because somehow she would have known. He really should have paid more attention.
Peter had no idea what they would find when they got there. He hoped it wasn’t the corpses of pack mates. He could handle just about anything, but not dead bodies. He’d seen enough of those to last him a lifetime.
Not wanting to think about his past, he moved his gaze to Grey. The one thing he could look at for days. The man was built with muscles everywhere. His reddish hair had been buzzed close to his head and Peter thought he’d glimpsed a tattoo or two when they’d shifted for their last run.
Looking wasn’t the problem. Taking action was. Hell, he knew what to do. He’d just never had the chance to experience it. Sex wasn’t an option for him. When he’d first figured out he was gay, he’d been scared shitless. Fifteen and knowing he wanted cock not pussy wasn’t something he’d relished figuring out when people were killed for less in his pack.
And now he was back to thinking about things better left buried. Until Grey had shown up he’d been able to lead a pretty normal life. Russ, the pack Master, had accepted him when he’d asked to join the pack. He was never left to feel unwanted. His hand was a perfect companion. He didn’t need sex, not when he had a family again. One who seemed to love him for just being him.
"Are you going to sit there and brood the whole way to Africa? If so, it’s going to be a long trip."
"I’m not here for your amusement," Peter huffed.
A hand appeared in Kitty Kelley’s line of sight. She flinched.
Damn it, I’m stronger than this.
She hated the fact that she was reduced to jerking away at the slightest movement. She was safe now.
Kitty had been too busy keeping an eye on her twin sisters, Bunny and Poppy. Her parents had been high on drugs when they named them all. Who in their right mind would name werewolves after animals that wolves would sooner eat than play with, and a flower?
Her sisters had gone to get some punch. This was the first time the three of them had joined the Masters pack for an event since they’d been rescued from the Tyler pack. One of the few lucky breaks they’d been given in their lives.
It had been the pack alpha, Russell Masters, who’d insisted they join the festivities. He’d been so good to them over the last few months that they couldn’t refuse. It was thanks to him they had a roof over their heads and they weren’t starving.
Kitty smoothed down the front of her skirt to calm herself and looked up to see who’d asked her to dance. He’d pulled his hand back when she’d had her kneejerk reaction.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you." Everett Cord grinned down at her and shrugged. He put his hand in his pockets and rocked back on his heels.
Everett was very handsome with his spiked strawberry blond hair and dark green eyes. He had a very appealing dimple on his chin. For some reason she wanted to lick it. The thought came out of nowhere. She shook her head.
He’d been there the day she and the girls had been rescued. It was Everett who pulled her and her sisters out of the awful pack house they’d ended up in when their parents had died. Murder-suicide and she really didn’t want to think about that. Not now and maybe never.
Everett was losing his smile and backing away—it was her fault for not speaking up and getting lost in her own thoughts. Shoot. She couldn’t have that. She needed to thank him.
"Wait. Sorry." She glanced at Bunny and Poppy, who were talking to a few of the other pack members and they seemed good—safe. They didn’t need her hovering over them. They were sixteen going on eighty and would be embarrassed if they knew she’d been keeping tabs.
Kitty took a deep breath. It’s okay to let go and have a little fun. She didn’t have to worry about her sisters as much now that they were here. The Masters pack accepted them as their own. They’d proved it time and time again over the past five months.
"I would love to dance."
One of her favourite songs just happened to be playing, Cowboys and Angels. Everett bowed low and held out his hand, wiggling his fingers this time.
Kitty smiled. It felt good. She didn’t think she’d ever be happy again. She placed her hand in his and he tugged her off her seat and guided her towards the dance floor.
They were in the forest, in a big clearing behind the pack house. Someone had strung up white lights in the trees and they twinkled over the pond. It looked like the lights were dancing over the water. The pack had set up the refreshments in between some trees leaving a nice space for dancing. Other couples were out there, but Kitty didn’t really know them. Well, except for Peter, Everett’s cousin, and Peter’s partner Grey.
The couple had stopped by the cottage that she shared with her sisters. She thought it might have been because Peter felt guilty. It was his dad’s pack who’d taken advantage of her and the girls.
Enough. Fun, that’s why I’m here.
They reached the clearing and Everett twirled her around and shuffled her across the makeshift dance floor. He wasn’t really following the beat of the song, but two-stepping her around at a fast pace. Kitty hadn’t had this much fun in—she couldn’t remember when. She threw back her head and laughed when Everett dipped her at the end of the song, she lifted her leg high and her hair brushed the ground.
The next song began to play and it was more romantic than the first one. She recognised it from the movie 'Armageddon', Aerosmith’s I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing. Kitty thought they’d go and sit back down, but Everett pulled her close and they swayed back and forth—so different from the playfulness of the first dance. He nuzzled into her neck and she laid her head on his chest. His scent was overwhelming, it made her feel safe and he smelled like cinnamon.
No. Kitty stiffened in his arms. That couldn’t be right. They’d met before this. How would she not know? No, no, no, no, no, no. She couldn’t have a mate. It was destructive. People died. Kitty jerked away and scrambled backwards. Everett looked confused, but she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to, because the panic was building too fast. She couldn’t breathe. She had to get out of there. She turned and ran smack dab into a person from her past that she never wanted to see again. She backpedalled away and almost fell flat on her ass. She started to shake—this could be very bad. How the hell had he found them?