Lyall stood frozen in pure shock of what was before him. The Gamma’s headpiece had fallen out in the chase and Lyall decided to go personally to let his father know about the status of the car. He never imagined to see his tough, hardened brother to be crying while practically cradling Lucian. Lyall didn’t know what happened to her but whatever she’d done had damaged the BMW enough that it lost control.While taking in the scene, he looked more closely at his friend and noticed her severe wounds but that couldn’t amount to the emotional pain that stabbed him like a knife in the gut. His brother was in love with his best friend who he also had strong feelings towards. They weren’t romantic feelings but he didn’t want his friendship with Lucian to be severed because of his brother.Lyall slowly walked backwards deciding to go through the front door of the house instead of returning through the back entrance. When he finally turned around, all he could see was his brother and Lucian in hi

It was too bad I couldn’t learn my new duties because my plane ticket to Paris was in three days. It was a nonstop flight to Charles De Gaulle airport which was the largest airport in Paris, was twenty two miles from the catacombs; a 47 minute drive if traffic was generous after being dropped off at our hotel, the Solar Hotel, which was roughly $81 per night. By the time we got there it would 9:53 pm as Paris was about eight hours ahead of my home. At least that’s what I assumed, I wasn’t quite sure. Maybe seven hours.“For ticket prices for both ways, food, hotel room expenses and transportation, your entire trip will cost about eighteen thousand easy,” Ermengarde counted on her fingers as she, Rusty and I sat at the island in the kitchen sipping hot cocoa. “Perhaps twenty thousand depending on the type of restaurants you go to or if you’ll eat at the hotel. You might want a room with a refrigerator in it so you can just buy food from the grocery store and eat that instead.” Leave it

‘Of the pillow?’ He mouthed back.‘No. That I have better company.’‘Oh sure, you looked like you were having a great time,’ Draugluin then smiled, knowing I hadn’t been very happy listening to Patty and I glared at him as I was given my pillow. I regretting being able to read his lips so easily.I actually fell asleep, probably truly mentally exhausted. When I woke up, the plane was getting ready to land in Charles De Gualle airport. Patty was shaking her son awake when I glanced to my left. I couldn’t believe she didn’t try to tap me to wake up just so she could talk. I noticed an open notebook on her lap and read one page with my excellent vision. She was actually sad that she wouldn’t get to see Woody for five more days and hoped that everything went smoothly for the both of them. She even admitted to hating planes so much that it made her ill and that distracting herself was hard. Patty then complained about how easy her son adjusted to flying and behaved well. I never met a pers

“I probably wouldn’t go along and have at least one other trustworthy person with me who knew the catacombs as well or better than I did.” Draugluin interjected.“But you’re a guy, girls aren’t like that. If she was truly down here to hide Randolph’s writings, she wouldn’t bring a man or woman with her lest they do something to her or the books and she definitely wouldn’t want them to betray her if they ever made it to the surface. Girls in love can be pretty possessive and if she was infatuated enough to hide his works, she would’ve done this journey alone. Just like if you died and someone tried to steal your research that you’ve done. I wouldn’t take Freki or Ermengarde or Lyall with me because I don’t want them to carry the burden of knowing where it is, nor would I want anyone else to know since it isn’t any of their business.”“Well, when you put it like that, it kind of makes sense,” Draugluin grumbled. With no lights, the catacombs became eerier than I’d remembered on the tou

“That’s it!” Bayard pounced and landed on me. The sudden attack and smack to the ground only temporarily paralyzed me before I quickly shoved the boy backwards, grabbed his scruff and pulled him to the ground, now pinned beneath me.“Poor puppy,” my antagonizing sent the adolescent wolf into a squirming rage. Shockingly enough, Julias didn’t move a muscle to defend his packmate. Probably as punishment for not following orders and to keep the boy’s pride in check. “We are Argent Pack members, also called the White Guards of France. Our main purpose is watch over all historical artifacts to werewolf history throughout France."The Argent pack was the third largest pack in the world, spread throughout France with only one main house but branch homes throughout reclusive areas. There were certain werewolves who watched, or guarded, certain parts of France and the entire pack was known for only having white or light grey fur and spent most of their lives in wolf form, only becoming humans