About FRACTURED SILENCE
The Talon Pack continues with a dark secret that could shatter the future of the Packs, or save them all.
Parker Jamenson is the son of three Packs, the sole mediator between every Pack in the United States and Europe, and…he’s dying. He knows he doesn’t have much left in him and is in desperate need of a mate. But with the new and unyielding changes thanks to the Moon Goddess, he might not have as much time as he thinks.
Brandon Brentwood is the Omega of the Talon Pack and the youngest of his family. He’s not only one of the famed triplets; he’s also the most secretive. There’s a good reason for that, however, and when a shocking revelation meshes the past and present in a very unexpected way, he’ll look to not only Parker but also a disgraced human to save them all.
Avery Montag knows she’s the daughter of a traitor and doesn’t have much to give the wolves in the way of atonement. But she’ll do everything she can to pay for her father’s sins and find a way to end the war between the humans and the wolves.
When the three turn to each other in a time of unrest and for vastly different reasons, temptation burns and seduction beckons. Only, the past, present, and future are never as solid as they seem, and the path the trio thought to travel may just vanish before they’re ready.
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“What’s up?” Brandon asked, Parker on his tail.
“There’s a woman outside who says she wants to speak to the Alpha,” Gideon answered.
Brandon frowned. “Is she human?”
“Yep,” Kameron put in. “And, well… we wanted to gauge your reaction when she tells you who she is.”
Brandon’s brows shot up. “I’m only connected emotionally to the Talons.”
“Yeah, but you’re a hell of a lot more empathic than the rest of us,” Shane added.
“Bring Parker with you,” Gideon ordered before looking at the other man. “You’re not empathic, but you’re a good judge of character and have met more wolves and those connected to wolves than any other person I know.”
Parker frowned along with Brandon but gave a quick nod.
Confused, Brandon moved toward the gate to see who was there. Because the wards protected them from outsiders, whoever was on the other side wouldn’t be able to see him until he slid through to the other side. From the way the others acted, he knew this wasn’t a trap, but there was still something hinky about it. Back in the day, when the wards were working perfectly, humans wouldn’t even be able to sense that they were there but would automatically be compelled to go the opposite direction. But as his body’s weakened state attested, the wards were anything but healthy.
Brandon slid through the wards, Parker at his side, and exhaled roughly at the sight of a gorgeous woman with long, dark hair and bright, green eyes. She was all curves and strength, and if he didn’t know better, he’d have thought her a wolf. She had what looked to be a camera bag at her hip and a backpack on her back. There were two sentries beside her, keeping guard.
When the two wolves moved forward, her eyes widened, but she didn’t take a step back.
“You’re not the Alpha,” she said after a moment.
Interesting, Gideon hadn’t been out to meet her, then. Since the Unveiling, any Alphas that had been revealed were easily recognizable thanks to the media. He must have only looked at her through the wards, keeping his distance until he knew what was going on. That was a true test for an Alpha— allowing others to stand beside you while you made sure the den was safe.
“No, I’m not,” Brandon said smoothly. “But why don’t you tell me who you are.”
The woman’s jaw clenched, but she gave him a tight nod. “I’m Avery Montag.”
The last name made Brandon freeze, ice filling his veins. “Any relation to General Montag?” The man who had single-handedly massacred over a hundred wolves and started a war; a conflict that had taken Montag’s life but was still ongoing. The man had not only studied wolves by torturing them before ending their lives, he’d also created a serum that was supposed to create shifters. Only it hadn’t worked as intended and had nearly killed Shane in the process.
Montag was also the man who had been in charge of the latest attack on their den, bringing a freaking tank to try and destroy their wards. If they had truly fallen, their weakest and most vulnerable would have had one less layer of protection against those who would see them dead.
“He was my father.”
“Shit,” Parker whispered, so low that only a wolf would have been able to hear. Brandon had a feeling, however, that Avery knew what their reactions would be.
“I want to help,” Avery rushed out “Please. I just want to help.”
Brandon studied the woman, unsure what the hell all of this meant. She could be here for any number of reasons, yet his wolf wanted to trust her. Why, he didn’t know. But what he did know was that things had just gotten truly interesting.
And interesting for a dying wolf could only mean one thing.