T.J. Klune

LA MANADA TE ESTÁ LLAMANDO, ¿IGNORARÁS SU CANCIÓN? Endurecido por la traición de una manada que lo dejó atrás, Gordo Livingstone juró nunca volver a involucrarse en los asuntos de los lobos... o eso decía, hasta que la manada regresó y con ella Mark Bennett. Juntos como manada vencieron ante una bestia. Y ahora, un año después, Gordo ha vuelto a ser el brujo de los Bennett, mien¬tras pelea constantemente por ignorar a Mark y a la maldita canción que aúlla entre ellos dos. Pero el tiempo se está acabando. Algo se acerca. Y algunos lazos están hechos para romperse. Sin embargo, cuando la muerte golpea a las puertas de Green Creek, Joe parte detrás de un monstruo, cegado por la furia y la venganza. Y Ox deberá demostrar su verdadero valor para proteger a quienes ama. Cuando vuelvan a encontrarse, ¿serán capaces de resistir a la canción que aúlla con fuerza entre los dos?

Ravensong. La canción del cuervo

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Joe put the phone on the edge of the bed and sank to his knees. He put his chin on the bed, staring at the phone as Ox breathed. Kelly eventually sat next to him. Carter did too, all of them staring at the phone, listening to the sounds of home.

He looked strangely pleased. “I’ve never had a secret with you before.” “Uh, yeah. You have. You’re a werewolf. I’m a witch. That’s like, so secret.”

“Alphas need constant validation, apparently. Though she didn’t need much convincing.” “Yeah. I can see that. You’re all a bunch of needy bitches.” “Fuck off, Gordo.” “You’re doing a good job, though.” “Thank you. It’s nice of you to—oh, you asshole.”

“I invited her to go along with us, but she said, and I quote, ‘I would rather watch my ex-boyfriend and his werewolf mate have sex.’” He frowned. “I think she actually meant that too.”

“I’m not grumpier than normal,” I said. “I’m always like this.”

“You know,” he said, voice a little hoarse, “I hope you guys are on your way to working out whatever the fuck is going on between the two of you. I mean, it was really gross to watch my uncle carry you up the stairs in his arms like some damsel in distress and snarl at anyone who tried to go into his room to check on you.” I turned slowly to look at Mark, who suddenly found the wall very interesting. “You did what?”

“You tried to grow a mustache?” Mark asked me. “Gross,” Kelly said, nose wrinkling. “We can smell that, Uncle Mark.”

“You could have become the villain, Gordo. And it would have been within your rights. Instead you just chose to be an asshole.”

It’s about the fact that I haven’t gotten to kill anything in weeks, and it’s starting to piss me off.” “You do get grumpy when that happens.”

“Your threats don’t sound so bad now that I know you’ve got my wolf tattooed on your chest.” “Bite me,” I snapped, stalking off after the Alphas. Mark chuckled behind me. “Oh, I will.”

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