Nero: Fated Mates of Thorne Bay

Nero Robards

I was an Enforcer for the Woodland Pack in upper Southern Ontario, about three kilometers from Sudbury. I relished the battle but couldn't be bothered to second-guess anyone I'd taken out in the last fifteen years.

The house of Woodland was in trouble. The Alpha and his son wanted different things for the Pack. It fell on my shoulders to protect everyone, but I didn't want to have a lynch mob after me, and I sure as hell didn't want to kill any of my fellow Pack members.

Getting to Thorne Bay was a challenging task. It took me a good couple of weeks. Most of that time, I was looking over my shoulder.

I did what I needed to and covered my tracks as I headed to the small town, where I could lay low for a while.

I'd been in Thorne Bay for less than a day, settling in and meeting a few shifters.

When I left Jughead's bar with my buddy the next night, a familiar and unwanted scent crushed my airways.

Now, I had to find the source and decimate it.

Kismet St. James

My sister, McKenna, was the only family I had. We were both planted on the doorstep of a nunnery when I was three and McKenna was maybe six months old.

She always lived in the moment, went where the wind blew, and usually landed on her feet. Her being the youngest, she never worried about things like the future.

The first place I looked for her was in a rural area with a guy that made my skin crawl. He was good-looking, had blonde hair, was tall, a sweet-talker, and, as I said, something was off about him.

My instincts proved right when he locked me in a cell of a converted barn at his home. After three days, I escaped and went to McKenna's ransacked apartment, where I found a business card with an address for Thorne Bay, Alaska.

I can tell you, that getting to Thorne Bay was exhausting.

I was always saving McKenna's ass from someone or something, but this will be the last time. #fatedmatesofthornebay #Instantattraction

The Woodland Pack lived in a small rural town of six thousand people named Chelsea Springs. The Pack worked fifty acres of land where they lived, worked, and sold their goods.