Night blanketed the Wildlands, and though the scent of the Dyesse Lily still clung to anything with leaves or moss, the brilliant moon overhead had returned to its natural state of white. It glowed down upon them, lighting their way as they raced, in their puma state, side by side over rocks and snaking around trees, toward town. Xavier carried Chayton on his back, while Amalie, after leaving the motorcycle in its garage near the border, had been vigilant about anything or anyone following them.

As they broke through the final barrier of brush and entered town, Xavier felt the male on his back shudder. He didn't blame Chayton for his fears and concerns. With what awaited Xavier when Aristide left the confines of quarantine and learned of his and Amalie's mating, he certainly understood them. But unfaced challenges had a way of growing out of control. It was always better to deal than run.

Beside him, Amalie slowed, growling as many Pantera, both in and out of shift, came out of their dwellings to watch the arrival of The Shaman. Clearly, the text he'd sent both Raphael and Parish had gone through. He wouldn't be surprised if the elders were at the foot of the path leading to the clinic, waiting, hungry for blood and information.

But the only Pantera out in front of the clinic were Raphael, Parish and Isi's mate, Talon. All three had tight, apprehensive expressions under the stark light of the moon, and when Xavier came to a halt in front of them, he gave a quick growl of warning. Chayton had come to help, to see his daughters. Scaring him or demanding from him before he'd even set his foot on Wildlands soil was not going to happen.

Catching his puma's eye, Raphael gave Xavier a clipped nod of understanding, then turned to face Chayton. "It's good to have you here."

"I wish to see my daughters," Chayton said, climbing off Xavier's back.

"Of course," Raphael said, though his tone had a trace of warning, of protective male. "Ashe is my mate."

For a moment, Chayton didn't speak. He glanced back at Xavier, and at Amalie, who remained in her puma form, too. He gave them a tight smile, then turned back to Raphael. "I must give you my congratulations."

It was what the Suit had obviously needed to hear. His entire body relaxed and a broad grin broke on his features. "And to you," he said, then gestured toward the clinic. "Come. Both your daughters are here together."

Both, Xavier mused, watching Chayton move up the steps behind the three Pantera males. If Isi is with Ashe, then she's out of quarantine. Which would also mean that Aristide-

A growl rent the night air. It was a growl Xavier knew well. He'd heard it beside him a thousand times. His gaze flicked up. Chayton and the three Pantera males were gone. But something else far more problematic sat outside the doors to the clinic; a massive light-brown puma, black eyes flashing fire. Amalie started forward, but Xavier hissed at her to stay back. She was Aristide's sister, true, but she was also Xavier's mate, and no matter what-or who-threatened their bond, Xavier would always protect what belonged to him.

In a flash of color, Xavier shifted to male form. True to his style, Aristide shifted mid-step as he moved toward his friend. They stood at about the same height, both broad shouldered, both heavily muscled, but where Xavier was dark with light eyes, Aristide was light with dark eyes.

Beside Xavier, Amalie also shifted. And she didn't wait for either one of them to speak. "Aristide, you have no right to be pissed," she began. "You know I've been in love with this male forever. No one will make me happier. No one will love me more or protect me more fiercely or-"

"It's all right, Beautiful." Xavier stepped in front of her, and faced Aristide. This was his fight, his best friend, his betrayal. "I love her, and I've mated her."

Aristide's black eyes locked with his, and his pale brows lifted. "You've mated her?"

Xavier nodded. "There won't be an apology or a question, but there will be a promise. I'll make her happy."

For several long seconds, the dark-eyed male just stared at him. Then he gave a little shrug, and a broad grin split his features. "I know you will." His grin widened further. "Brother." Laughing, he grabbed Xavier and embraced him. "Shit, I've waited a long time to call you that for real."

"You asshole," Xavier muttered, clapping him on the back. "How long have you known there was something here?"

"For-freaking-ever, bro."

Xavier laughed. "Then you'll be expecting your eviction notice. She's moving out. Or you are."

"Finally. I've been waiting forever." He pushed back, turned and gave his sister a smile. "Take the house, sis. Start a new family there."

"Unbelievable," Amalie said, giving her brother a fierce glare, even when he came in for a hug. "If I'd have know this, I would've seduced Xavier a long time ago."

Aristide stiffened, and Amalie pulled away, her turn to laugh. She gave him a little wave. "Night-night, bro."

As she walked away, she heard her brother growl at Xavier. "Wait? What did she just say? She seduced you?"

"Damn right. Best thing that ever happened to me," Xavier said with a grin in his voice. "Later, A."

Amalie was barely down the path when Xavier came up behind her and scooped her up in his arms. She let out a squeal of delight.

"Where are you taking me, mate of mine?" she asked, grinning up at him.

His smile was wide and hungry, and his eyes glowed blue fire in the moonlight. "Home, Beautiful."

"Mine or yours?"

He leaned in and kissed her, growled against her lips. "There is no mine or yours anymore. Only ours. So says the mark on your sexy hip."

Her skin tingled with his words, and her heart squeezed. She'd hoped and wished for this for so long, and now he was finally hers. The love of her life.

"You don't have to rush, Xavier," she giggled as he stalked through town toward their house. "We have so much longer than three days. We have forever. We have a lifetime."

But he didn't slow. In fact, he quickened his pace. "I need you now, Beautiful," he rasped. "I need to carry you home and get you in our bed. I need to strip you bare and lick every inch of your skin." He growled. "That quickie in the swamp only wet my appetite."

Her entire body flared with heat. "That was a quickie?" she nearly choked out.

He chuckled, low and sexy. "Oh, yeah."

She sighed and snuggled deeper into his chest as he rushed through the gate of their house, their home. "Oh, I have so much to learn, Xavier."

"And I can't wait to teach you, Beautiful." With a fierce snarl, he kicked down the door. "Don't worry, I'll fix that later."

"Much later," she teased.

"Tomorrow," he rasped, stalking down the hall.

She grinned when he entered their bedroom. "Next week."

He tossed her on the bed and growled. "Next year."

And then he was moving over her, kissing her, and neither one of them spoke for a very long time.

* * *

As a seer, a shaman, a human with extraordinary powers, Chayton knew instinctually what he was capable of and what he was not.

But that didn't matter.

Not today.

The Pantera had gathered in the square, the square where only a few nights ago, the birth of their kind had been celebrated. Ashe had told him all about it, regaled him with stories of dancing and feasting, then begged him to help her-help the Pantera-preserve their wonderful tradition. And perhaps their very existence. They all wanted him to stop what was happening on their land, and they believed Shakpi's power was to blame. He didn't know if this was true or not. But he did know that he played a part, and that if he didn't attempt to fix what might have been broken by his hand, his daughter would suffer the stigma forever.

He wouldn't let that happen.

His eyes lifted to look at her. Isi, and beside her, a very pregnant Ashe. So beautiful, their hands clasped as they watched him. They looked so hopeful. A shock of pain went through him, weakening him, his resolve. He had failed them in the past. He wouldn't fail them now.

He slammed his eyes shut, and called upon the spirits of his ancestors. Dark thoughts and needs and wants snaked through his blood. Yes, she was here, below his feet, wanting to rise, wanting to be released. His hands balled into fists, but he forced himself to relax. Air moved over his skin, and he allowed himself, his soul, to leave his body. Sound ceased to exist, even his heartbeat, and he fell. Down, down, down, below the surface of the Wildlands, down to where she was imprisoned. Instantly, he felt rage and heat and sadness burden his mind, but he once again forced himself to relax, to be like water.

The portal was not visible to the eye, only to the soul, but Chayton knew well where to look for it. Power surging into him, granted by those who shared his blood, by those long dead, he pressed against the gaping hole, the wound, in Shakpi's prison. As expected, it pushed back.

Remaining at peace, a wave on the water of his subconscious, Chayton pressed once again. But this time, something strange happened. It was as if his soul crackled, as if lightning exploded inside his mind, and he was thrust upward, out of the ground and into the sky.

He felt the magical connection to his body break. But it was too late to do anything to repair it. He could only watch from above as tiny particles of light rose from the earth.

The crowd of Pantera gasped, some drawing back, some inching forward. Then the particles of light let out a shattering scream, surrounded Chayton's body and entered it.

Staring down at the chaos below, Chayton could only grieve his failure. That is, until he saw the eyes of his physical body open and his mouth curve into a wicked smile.

"I am free," came an otherworldly voice.

Once again, the crowd gasped. But over the din, Chayton heard the word, the name, he feared above all others, uttered by a single Pantera voice.

"It's Shakpi."

Copyright © 2013 by Alexandra Ivy & Laura Wright

Editor: Julia Ganis

Cover Art by Patricia Schmitt (Pickyme)

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author.

ISBN-13: 978-0-988624566

TALON/XAVIER

TALON

After the tragic death of his parents when Talon was young, he's dedicated his life to protecting the Pantera. To the strikingly gorgeous man, loyalty and honor mean everything. So it's no surprise that he's determined to treat Isi Rousseau as the enemy. If the elders believe she is a danger then he will do whatever necessary to prevent her from destroying his beloved Wildlands. But discovering the delicate beauty sleeping in his bed, Talon discovers his noble intentions wavering. The female, with short, jet black hair streaked with blue, and a pair of dark eyes, might act tough, but it's obvious to him that she's as desperate as he is for a place to call home. More importantly, her presence is helping keep Ashe and her baby alive.

Suddenly things are not quite as black and white as Talon assumed, and he must decide if his loyalty to his people is worth losing his true mate.

XAVIER

He shouldn't want his best friend's little sister...

The drop-dead gorgeous leader of the Geeks, Xavier has one goal: find the human male his enemies seek. Devoted to his work, and to the Pantera, there is nothing that can distract him from accomplishing his goal. Until he spots his best friend's little sister alone and partying it up with a bunch of human males at the local bar. Consumed with possessiveness, Xavier takes her home and refuses to leave her side until her brother returns. He tries to convince himself he's just looking out for her, but the longer he's around Amalie, the harder it is to deny the molten attraction that burns between them.

She has three days to change his mind...

Beautiful and strong-willed Hunter, Amalie is free. No brother to tell her what to do, and no Pantera watching over her because she happens to be the last Pantera born. But before she can truly enjoy herself, her brother's best friend tries to put her on lockdown. Xavier has been the star in all of Mal's fantasies, and there's no one she'd rather give her virginity to. But the sexy male refuses to open his eyes and see what's right in front of him. Mal knows she has three days to change his mind. Three days to make him see her as grown, and the one female he can't resist.

About The Authors

Alexandra Ivy:

Alexandra Ivy is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Guardians of Eternity series, as well as the Immortal Rogues. After majoring in theatre she decided she prefers to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She lives in Missouri with her family. Visit her website at alexandraivy.com.

Book list:

Guardians of Eternity

Darkness Avenged

June 4, 2013, Zebra

ISBN 978-1420111385

Fear the Darkness

September 1,2012, Zebra

ISBN 978-1420111378

Bound by Darkness

December 6,2011, Zebra

ISBN 978-1420111361

The Real Werewives of Vampire County

November 2011, Kensington

ISBN 978-0758261588

Supernatural

September 2011, Kensington

ISBN 978-1420109887

Yours for Eternity

September 2011, Kensington

ISBN 978-1420112283

Devoured by Darkness

November 2010, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN 978-1420111354

Beyond the Darkness

April 2010, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN 978-1420102987

Darkness Unleashed

November 2009, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN 978-1420102970

Darkness Revealed

March 2009, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN 978-1-4201-0296-3

Darkness Everlasting

May 2008, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN 978-0-8217-7939-2

Embrace the Darkness

November 2007, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN-10: 0821779370

ISBN-13: 978-0821779378

When Darkness Comes

January 2007, Zebra Paranormal

ISBN 0-8217-7935-4

Immortal Rogues Series

* Please note this series is a reprint from the 2003 Historical Vampire Series written as Deborah Raleigh *

My Lord Vampire

#1 in the Immortal Rogues Series

February 28, 2012, Zebra

ISBN 978-1420122718

My Lord Eternity

#2 in the Immortal Rogues Series

December 4, 2012, Zebra

ISBN 978-1-4201-2861-1

My Lord Immortality

#3 in the Immortal Rogues Series

December 31, 2012, Zebra

ISBN 978-1-4201-2272-5

Sentinel Series

Predatory

Sentinel Anthology

May 7, 2013

ISBN 978-1-4201-2512-2

Born In Blood

Sentinel Series

December 31, 2013

ISBN: 978-1420125146

Bayou Heat Series

Bayou Heat Raphael & Parish

Book #1 and #2 in the Bayou Heat Series

January 7, 2013

ISBN 978-0-9886245-0-4

Bayou Heat Bayon & Jean-Baptiste

Book #3 and #4 in the Bayou Heat Series

ISBN: 0988624559

April 15, 2013

Bayou Heat Talon & Xavier

Book #5 and #6 in the Bayou Heat Series

ISBN: July 9, 2013

978-0-9886245-6-6

Laura Wright:

USA Today best selling author of the Mark of the Vampire series, Laura Wright is passionate about romantic fiction. Born and raised in Minnesota, she was an actor, singer, and competitive ballroom dancer prior to becoming a writer. Laura now lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young children, and three lovable dogs. Visit her website at laurawright.com

Mark of the Vampire

Book 1: Eternal Hunger

978-0451231499

Book 2: Eternal Kiss

978-0451233844

Book 2.5: Eternal Blood (Especial)

Book 3: Eternal Captive

978-0451235879

Book 4: Eternal Beast

978-0451237729

Book 4.5: Eternal Beauty (Especial)

Book 5: Eternal Demon

978-0451239754

Book 6: Eternal Sin (November 5, 2013)

978-0451240163

Bayou Heat Series

Bayou Heat Raphael & Parish

Book #1 and #2 in the Bayou Heat Series

January 7, 2013

ISBN 978-0-9886245-0-4

Bayou Heat Bayon & Jean-Baptiste

Book #3 and #4 in the Bayou Heat Series

April 15, 2013

Bayou Heat Talon & Xavier

Book #5 and #6 in the Bayou Heat Series

July 9, 2013

Bayou Heat Sebastian & Aristide

Book #7 and #8 in the Bayou Heat Series

November, 2013

Sneak Peek for BORN IN BLOOD

by

Alexandra Ivy

Coming December 31, 2013

From Zebra Publishing

PROLOGUE

Valhalla had always been shrouded in mystery.

Named for the home of the Norse gods, the leaders of the sprawling compound claimed that it was a safe-house for those people too unique to live among normal society.

Of course, everyone knew that was just a polite way of saying that it was a home for freaks.

Witches, psychics, necromancers, Sentinels and God only knew what else roamed the grounds protected by a layer of powerful spells.

For the past century, Valhalla had been a source of fear and fascination throughout the entire world, but most especially for the citizens of the small, Midwest town that could see the shimmer of blue reflecting off the protective dome that hid the buildings from view.

Not surprisingly, there were citizens who called for the entire place to be nuked.

The freaks were dangerous, they insisted, with powers that none of them truly understood. Who knew what the monsters would do if someone pissed them off?

Then there were others that said they should be locked away and studied like lab rats. Perhaps their mutations could be used to help normal people.

Most, however, preferred to ignore Valhalla and the high-bloods...as they preferred to be called...living behind the dome.

Until, of course, they needed them.