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It’s a relief to have Sade safe and to know the wounded are being cared for. I agree with @drpaladin; the council has some explaining to do. This chapter makes me want a book based on Sade. Next in the series perhaps?

My husband is retired military and has always said that a soldier proves himself in battle. Calder died as he lived; a cheater who couldn’t fight his own clean battle. Xavier showed why he couldn’t ever be the Alpha but could loyally assist. Sade, once again, was willing to forfeit his life for others and the right cause. Hopefully he’s found alive and lauded for his self sacrifice. Nathaniel and Aaron exemplify teamwork while Evelyn gracefully stepped back from Alpha and into fierce defender. The wait for this intense, exceptional, chapter was worth it!

If you are looking for a light read, with effortless chemistry between two completely oblivious but charming characters, this is the story for you. The sub-text is rich in what is initially left unsaid, with playful teasing, jabs, light-hearted but meaningful dialogue and fast witted, clever banter. The short chapters add to the appeal. It is a delightful read from start to satisfying ending.

Xavier is young, frightened, and in love, but also disillusioned by what he deems a breaking point for his beloved pack. It’s important to remember he grew up believing he was being trained and groomed to be the Alpha. It’s understandable he is despondent. The man he loves and whom he thought could save the pack isn’t transforming. All could be lost. Lashing out was inappropriate and overly harsh, but not surprising. Perhaps this needed to happen for Aaron and Austin to unite in finding a solution to awaken and bring forth the wolf.

Taggert inherited his compassion, humanity, brilliance, and genuine love of the land from his grandfather. He found a way to seed himself into the soil, but rather than rule it become a part of it. And unlike his father, he didn’t need to destroy anyone to do so. His grandfather would be very proud. “Ash’s heart hammered so hard it hurt.” Yep, that line felt like me as I tried to slow myself down to read each important passage. Thank goodness for the hilarious one liners and zingers between characters so I could giggle and mentally reset from the emotions flowing. Well done. Very well done.

My more serious response is that this is truly how a revocable trust works. It becomes non revocable upon death. The heart of this story is not just exceptionally well written but also poignantly true. I’m from the plains of the Midwest where we say farm instead of ranch. While my family didn’t have someone create such a brilliant trust, I will share that my extended family is in the second decade of land disputes over how a trust was made. Trusts are far reaching. Taggert was very loved by his grandfather.

I googled it 😂

The transfer of the Trust (signing all those documents) means that the Trust became irrevocable. The successor (Taggert) takes control and assets are distributed to beneficiaries (Taggert). If Taggert is killed, then everything in the Trust would transfer to Nasser. It all bypasses probate. Zane can fight but it’s ironclad.

“Why would you do this, Hansen?" he asked without turning. Todd paused for a few seconds to acknowledge what Kilroy had asked before the meaning behind his words fully sank in. "You can’t be serious? You saw me arrive. Surely you don’t think I brought this—thing—with me tonight?" "No. I mean, I don’t know—" "Kilroy. What the fuck is going on? If you don’t know what this is, call the police. Pronto” This is a particularly brilliantly written passage. In a subtle way it illiterates how each man views life. Kilroy is untrusting and Todd shows a willingness to give Kilroy the benefit of the doubt even though he’s rattled by the discovery.

Absolutely no one else on this site can write a western like you. The depth of well developed details and phrasing instantly transport the reader. Like all other characters in your stories, Link and Moss become real, breathing beings. Writing about abuse, no matter the timeline, is no easy task. The ravages of child abuse are especially heinous. You did so without detachment and a true sense of compassion. You showed the distress and difficulty overcoming the echoes of the past. To steal and change a line from a favorite movie…‘Is this heaven? No, it’s Bearpaw.’ I’m not a bit ashamed to say I teared up as soon as I read where they are headed. I think I’ll make a cup of coffee, sit and smile awhile because Link and Moss have a lifetime of love ahead of them.

This is a sweet treat of a tale and perfect for the season. It leaves you with a smile!

I’d made a decision to stop commenting on stories for a while and dang it if it’s not one of yours that breaks my streak. There is a raw openness to this story that deserves recognition. You didn’t hide behind your humor or imagination. There’s no supernatural intervention to mask your thoughts. Frankly it doesn’t matter if this is really a mirror to who you are or not, the story reads as clean, candid, transparency hidden behind the secret author mask. Very well done.

The raw brutality of this story is out of my normal reading comfort zone but the imaginative, expressive, and detailed writing had me hooked. I especially enjoyed the creative and emotionally intense way we peeked into our protagonist’s thoughts. I am at peace with the ending. It feels much like the mystery of our protagonist’s name. It has never been Pet for me, nor Good Boy. But for him, that is exactly who he strives to be. The Captain, likewise, is not Joshua. He still has too many demons to wrestle. When both men can trust the other enough meet as equals with their hidden desires that complement the other bared, then the gift of names makes sense. For now, there is much to imagine and every indication they will reach that level of understanding and shared commitment. May the wind guide their sails to peaceful waters.

I’m stuck on a niggling detail. He hasn’t been allowed to relieve himself in at least 2 days. And although my only knowledge of pirate ships involves the ride at DisneyWorld, a Google search showed he’d have to leave the cabin to do so. He’s also not eaten but one very meager meal in the same time span. That, combined with his lack of sleep and obvious stress, won’t help his emotions or decision making.

I rarely comment on poetry, feeling it isn’t my place, but these three works perfectly built on one another and expressed precisely and eloquently my heavy heart. Defiance is particularly powerful and deeply resonating. Earlier today I had someone stop to ask me about a sticker on my vehicle from a resistance organization, so I know there is hope and the battles will go on.