“Wear these as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, your Creator is not looking down from a far-away height, unconcerned about your troubles. I am in your midst. I go before you, I have been behind you, and I will never leave you.” She sat them off her lap, then wrapped the cords around each of their necks.

  Titus looked down at the crystal and knew he would forever be reminded that the one he thought was an angel was actually his Creator, and she had cried for him.

  “All is not as it seems, Titus and Torion,” she continued. “But it is not yet time for my will to be revealed. It is time for you to return to your father,” she told Torion. Then she looked at Titus. “And you, little warrior, be ready to stand before those who will attempt to dismiss you. Nothing is too great for you as long as you heed my instruction.” The goddess pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads and then she was gone.

  Titus couldn’t help but smile. They might not be able to see her, but she was still with them. “I will be waiting for you, Torion. And when you get here, we’re going to be epic together.”

  Though his new friend, his brother, still looked sad, there was a glint of determination in his bright eyes. “Will your aunt Jen be there?”

  “Most definitely,” Titus nodded.

  “And she’s not going to like me because I have a T name?”

  Titus shook his head and waved him off. “Nah, she won’t like you for a whole host of reasons, number one because you’re my friend. But she will be too busy trying to kill Skender to worry about you.”

  Torion’s brow rose, and Titus hurried on. “But don’t worry. We won’t let her.”

  “How will we stop her?” Torion asked.

  “Simple,” Titus said with a shrug. “The angel that was here?”

  Torion nodded.

  “She’s not just an angel. She’s the Great Luna, our Creator, and she shared something with me.”

  “What’s that?”

  Titus couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “She told me that you’re not only my brother, Torion. You’re also Aunt Jen’s future son-in-law.”

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  Thank you so very much for taking your time to read The Wolves Descend. I appreciate it so much. I hope that you enjoyed it and if you did that you would consider leaving a review. Thank you!

  Continue reading for a sneak peak at The Hunt Begins, Book 16 in the Grey Wolves Series.

  The Hunt Begins

  How much heartbreak can one person take?

  Perizada, high fae, ambassador, mate, and friend to those in the Romanian pack, has lost her way. Everything about the fae is in question: her loyalty, her love, even her very existence. Still, her friends refuse to give up hope.

  The Order’s compound has been brought to the ground, reduced to ash, but can Perizada’s attack even be considered a victory given the sacrifice made to achieve it? What of the innocents trapped within the compound’s walls? Were any of those lives spared?

  Even with all they have faced, the challenges, the loss and pain, Fane, Jacque, their pack, and allies remain steadfast in their fight against evil. Past experiences give them hope that not all is as it seems. Perhaps there are hearts that still beat where others perished. And always with them is their Creator, the Great Luna, an ever present help in trouble. She offers light when there is only darkness, love when the heart is broken, and forgiveness when transgressions overwhelm them.

  Their battle is far from over, but there is no victory without sacrifice. There is no light without darkness. There is no joy without sorrow. There are no miracles without faith.

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  Prologue

  “Life itself was never a sure thing. For as long as I can remember, I wasn’t certain from day to day where I might end up or with who. Until Nick. I didn’t know how much I needed him until he was actually there. His steady presence became a beacon of light I could turn to any time the darkness of my past threatened to consume me. Now that light is gone. And I am surrounded by evil I thought only existed in the lower depths of hell. But now, I know hell has moved topside. I know because I’m living in it.” ~Kara

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  Kara picked up the closest thing to her—a vase, opulent and probably the most expensive thing she’d ever held in her hands. She screamed and hurled it across the room. It shattered when it hit the wall. The act wasn’t nearly as satisfying as she’d hoped. The broken pieces joined the graveyard of previous objects that had suffered the same fate.

  Her feet began moving as they often did after one of her outbursts. Kara’s body could never seem to be still. In the past two weeks, she’d paced so much she was surprised there wasn’t a worn path in the carpet. After her ritualistic pacing, she walked over to the door and slammed her palm against it. “I will never choose you!” she screamed as her hand beat the door repeatedly. Finally, her energy spent, she stopped pounding the door and leaned against it. “I’d rather burn in hell,” Kara muttered.

  Her body was weak, and Kara was exhausted. She refused to eat anything they brought her, though the food offered was some of the most delicious she’d ever seen or smelled; it looked as if it had been plucked from a seven-course meal and brought directly to her. On silver platters, she was daily presented with turkey, lamb, and every garnish and side-dish imaginable. And the desserts… those were the hardest to resist. Sumptuous didn’t begin to describe them. But Kara recognized the meals for what they were—bribes from Ludcarab. Offerings, temptations. It was as if every meal was saying ‘Look, Kara, these are things I can offer you if you would only quit being stubborn and choose me.’ She hadn’t even begun to be stubborn.

  Between the lack of food and missing her mate, Kara felt like she was fading away. She’d heard from other pack members that being separated from your true mate could be painful. Whoever had explained that little tidbit should be given an award for understatement of the year. They should have said that being separated from your mate was like having a hot poker shoved into your heart, while at the same time feeling like your soul was being ripped from your body.

  There were times when Kara couldn’t breathe from the pain of it. Her lungs would attempt to take in air, but she felt as if something was sitting on her chest, preventing even the smallest breath. Her lungs wouldn’t expand, and she’d sit there gasping, praying that she would just pass out. Most times, she did. At least when she was unconscious, she saw her mate.

  One day, Kara was shocked to discover she could no longer picture her mate’s face. In a panic-filled moment, she realized the more she’d been forced to drink Ludcarab’s magical poison, the harder it was to remember what Nick looked like, what he smelled and felt like. The first time she’d been unable to see his features in her mind’s eye, she’d destroyed the beautiful room, which was nothing more than a fancy prison. Nothing had survived. Sheets had been ripped apart, drapes torn down, and every object that could be broken, was. She’d even broken the leg of a chair off and beat the crap out of every piece of furniture in the room. Unfortunately, the only thing that had come from her tantrum had been more exhaustion and a smug look from Ludcarab. He wore the expression like a crown. The elf kind had new furnishings delivered that very day to replace all she’d ruined.

  Ludcarab always smiled when he came to her, his eyes filled with entirely too much pleasure over her lack of control. Kara hadn’t attempted to attack him. No matter how many times she told herself she was going to scratch his face off the next time he entered her room, she never acted on the thoughts. She simply stood there and listened to him speak, her face passive. His words didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not anymore.

  She knew without a doubt that Nick searched for her. He would scour the earth and every adjacent realm until he found her. But the smugness of the elf king made Kara afraid that her mate would never find her. He always seemed to know something she didn’t. She didn’t want to lose hope, especially after only two weeks. She’d spent much more than two weeks in all manner of horrible situations. At least they had seemed horrible at the time. But Kara had only thought she’d been miserable. What was verbal, physical, or even sexual abuse compared to being separated from her true mate? During her orphanage and foster care days, she hadn’t even know her soul was missing its other half. Now, that other half had been ripped out of her. How could she survive that?

  Kara stumbled to the wall across the room from her cemetery of broken decorations and slid to the floor. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She tried to will sleep to take her. Kara remembered how Jewel had seen Dalton in her dreams when she’d been unconscious and how she’d said she hadn’t wanted to wake up for fear that he wasn’t real. Every time Kara woke up, she found herself feeling the same thing. But was he real? Was Nick simply a figment of her imagination? Was he simply an unconscious hallucination she’d created in order to cope with her hopeless situation?

  “No,” she growled out loud. “He’s real. He’s mine. And he’s looking for me.” These were words she repeated to herself every day, sometimes a hundred times a day.

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  Acknowledgments

  Finishing this book was tough. With health issues, moving, and busy children activities it was a huge challenge for me. I would like to thank God, always first, for it is only by his will and grace that I am on this earth.

  I want to thank my husband, Bo. No one will ever truly know what a challenge it is to be married to me, but you do it with love, grace, support and leadership. If soul mates are a thing, then you are definitely mine. I love you.

  Thank you to Jessica, always ready to jump in when I’m making a mess of things and need a sounding board. Always ready to pray for me when I’m feeling discouraged or inadequate. Thank you so very much.

  Thank you to the wolf pack. You ladies have been amazing. Your support, encouragement, prayers, and faithfulness to my books is simply incredible. I am honored and humbled by it.

  Thank you to our editor Leslie, you do a great job and we truly appreciate you.

  Thank you to my beta readers Jessica and Amy. I truly appreciate all the labor and love you put into my books. You are essential to making this series consistent.

  Thank you to the readers, new and old. Some of you have been on this journey with me for a decade and some have just began. I am grateful to all of you. You are the reason I am able to do what I love for a living. Thank you.

  About the Author

  Quinn Loftis is a multi-award-winning author of over thirty five novels, including the USA Today Bestseller, Fate and Fury. When she isn’t creating exciting worlds filled with romantic werewolves, she exercises, reads, and crafts like there’s no tomorrow. She is blessed to be married to her best friend for over twenty years and they have three sons, a crazy French bulldog, and a cat that wants to take over the world.

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  The Grey Wolves Series

  The Gypsy Healer Series

  The Elfin Series

  The Dream Maker Series

  The Clan Hakon Series

  Nature Hunters Academy

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