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    A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven)
    A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven)
    A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven)
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    A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven)

    By R.E. Butler

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    Orphaned and unaware of her true nature, Danika has grown up among were-bears, believing she’s all alone in the world—until a visit to a den in Northern Ohio brings her face to face with two men destined to be her mates.

    Discovering she’s the fated mate of falcon Prince Jesuit and white lion Prince Chance, and the key to a prophecy about a white-winged woman, her life takes a thrilling turn.

    When a bear from her past makes a claim to her, will her mates be able to fight for their future together?

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    PublisherR.E. Butler
    Release dateOct 11, 2013
    ISBN9781301625659
    A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven)
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    I write for the readers who stay up past their bedtime, telling themselves “just one more chapter” long after the lights should be out. The ones who fall in love with fictional characters, escape into magical worlds, and crave protective heroes who would do anything for their women.My love for paranormal romance started as a young mom reading ebooks in the middle of the night, drawn to the monsters who were more than villains—they were heroes. Inspired by shifters and fated mates, I set a goal in 2011 to publish my first book. Over 100 books later, I’m still creating the kind of stories I love to read.Now, I spend my days dreaming up protective heroes, captivating heroines, and the happily ever afters they fight for, often while walking with my pup coworker and plotting my next book. I write for readers who love adventure, passion, and a touch of magic—because I’m still that girl under the covers, reading by flashlight, lost in another world.

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      A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven) - R.E. Butler

      A Promise on White Wings

      Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Seven

      By R. E. Butler

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Excerpt from A Slash of Savagery

      Books by R. E.

      About the Author

      Copyright

      Chapter One

      Jesuit Denali, Prince of the only were-falcon nest in the state of Ohio, stared mutely at the computer monitor and then read the email. He’d read it several times during the last hour but couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than stare at the screen.

      From Adriel Stalking-Horse to the Leaders of the were-houses of Northern Ohio:

      In celebration of the newly formed alliance between the were-houses and the were-lion pride, the den will be hosting a welcoming party on Saturday, October fifth. All leaders are expected to attend.

      Jes had first met Jantha, the head of the lion pride, in early September, when the pride came to Ohio and met with the leaders of all the were-groups. Jantha had approached the heads of the groups, asking to bring his clan of white lions to Cleveland to join the were-group alliance. Jes didn’t have a problem with more groups coming to Cleveland as long as they kept their noses clean and didn’t cause trouble, and the other were-group leaders had agreed.

      The heads of the current were-groups – tiger, wolf, serpent, bear, and falcon – met last week when the heads of the were-houses gathered to vote on whether to extend their alliances to the lion pride or to encourage them to move on to another, less populated, area. Jantha was a large man with a mane of graying blond hair and a goatee. His pride was small, only thirteen, but lions were rare in the states—and white lions even rarer—and it was a boon to the area that they considered Northern Ohio a place they would like to live.

      Sire? his right-hand Ley asked from the door of the office in Jes’ home. Will you be sending your regrets to the party?

      Jes exited his mail program and swiveled in the office chair. There was only one reason not to go, and that would be if he were still harboring hurt feelings over being cast aside by the Wiccan Elizabeth, when she chose to collar twin were-bears. He could admit, at least to himself, that his pride still stung a bit, even two years later. But he knew that he’d never loved her, and it had been his foolish pride that had caused him to lash out and try to come between her and her mates.

      I’ll be going.

      Ley nodded his happiness that Jes was being agreeable and left him alone after asking if he’d like lunch brought in. At eight hundred and sixteen, Ley was an old falcon, even by their long-life standards when every supernatural creature, except for vampires, aged one body year for every twelve years that passed. Jes was twenty-three plus two. Technically, he was eighty years old. As Prince of his nest, he was the leader, responsible for the welfare of the one hundred and thirteen falcons who called their territory home.

      When he found his mate, he would become King, and his mate would be Queen. His father had been King and ruled the nest for three hundred years, until he lost a leg in a car accident. His kind could repair most injuries, but a severed limb was not one of them. During his father’s recovery, Jes’ mother took him back to her home nest in West Virginia, and Jes stepped up to rule in his stead.

      Once he found a mate, they would be expected to produce heirs so that the line of leaders would continue uninterrupted. Someone in his family had been head of the falcon nest for more than two thousand years. He wasn’t about to break that streak.

      His people wanted him to choose one of the unmated females in the nest to mate with, but he couldn’t bring himself to commit to any of them, and he thought it was cruel to ask a woman to enter into a loveless marriage. No, his woman was out there somewhere, and if he believed in all that Wiccan nonsense, she’d have white wings as the prophecy from the Wiccan coven had proclaimed two years ago. With a snort of derision, he knew that was impossible. There were no shifters with white wings, which meant that the prophecy was a joke and he was, perhaps, fated to be alone for the remainder of his very long life.

      A disturbance at the door made him lift his eyes, and he found his younger brothers, Tonik and Revere, watching him.

      Yeah? he asked, swiveling the desk chair back and forth slightly with his foot.

      Tonik asked, Do you want to go to the get together alone or do you want us with you?

      Jes raised a brow. His brothers came into the office and sat down. Where Jes inherited his father’s curly black hair, olive skin, and forest green eyes, Tonik and Rev favored their mother, both looking like muscular blond surfer boys with sky-blue eyes and nearly identical grins. They weren’t twins, and Tonik was a year older than Rev, but they acted like twins often enough and they looked similar enough that they were regularly regarded as such.

      I had hoped you would come along willingly to the den and not make me have to call rank and force you to go.

      Rev chuckled. Although Jes was no slouch in the muscles department, Rev was nothing but muscle, and if he didn’t want to go somewhere, only his sense of duty would make it happen.

      Tonik elbowed Rev. We’ll go. We just wanted to make sure you wanted company.

      Rev’s face softened. Are you worried about seeing the witch?

      Exhaling loudly, Jes said, Not really. I made an ass of myself, but that’s in the past. I’m not crazy about going to the den, but Adriel and his people have been good allies to us, and he’d take it as an insult if we didn’t show.

      Tonik’s voice lowered to almost a whisper. We could go in your place.

      No, you can’t. I’m the leader of the nest, and I’m expected to be there to show my support of the new alliance. I’ll go, but you two will be by my side.

      Both nodded. They’d had their arguments as youngsters, and still butted heads from time to time, but he loved his brothers fiercely and knew that they would do anything for him, the same as he would do for them.

      His brothers left him several minutes later, and he turned his attention back to work. The nest owned a home improvement store called The Tool Box, in Bishop, Ohio, where their nest was located. Jes ran the company from his home, and any falcon who wanted to worked for him in some way. A construction company run by a local were-tiger pride in Whisper Creek, twenty miles from Bishop, was one of their biggest customers, and Jes was good friends with Midas, King of the tigers.

      Jes looked at the supply order and decided that maybe he really did want lunch, so he called Ley and asked him to whip up something and bring it to the office. When he took over the nest, he moved into a home more than a hundred years old located at the center of their territory. He liked the old-world feel to the home, but he had modernized most of the interior. The eleven-bedroom home reminded him of a mansion, complete with stately columns along the front. It even had servants’ quarters. Ley and the house staff lived in the servants’ quarters and took care of the home and made sure that Jes’ life ran smoothly.

      After eating, he decided to shift and get some fresh air. He headed downstairs and out into the garden. As a falcon shifter, he could shift into a very large falcon or into his half-form, completely human except for his wings. He stripped off his shirt and laid it on a stone bench and let his wings unfurl from his back. After stretching them out, he lifted off the ground with a few strong flaps and headed for the roof. When he was young and wanted to disappear, he used to fly up to the roof of his parents’ home and hide. As an adult, he enjoyed the solitude of the rooftop.

      He settled onto his back after tucking his wings back into his body and let his mind wander. Was his mate out there somewhere? Was she thinking of him right now? Closing his eyes, he felt a stirring in his soul, as if someone was answering him. It gave him hope. If she were out there, he would find her, and he would never let her go.

      Chapter Two

      Chance Aroyo, oldest son of the King of the white lion pride, rolled over and jerked awake quickly when his hand landed on a warm arm. He blinked his sleep-blurry eyes and found the slumbering form of the woman he’d taken to bed last night.

      Shit.

      He didn’t realize she’d stayed over. He explicitly remembered telling her to let herself out, but then he must have passed out.

      He sat up, cracking his neck and

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