About ETERNAL MOURNING
In the seventh book of the Talon Pack series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, a Healer is forced to come to grips with the idea that he can’t save everyone…including the woman he loves.
Walker Brentwood vowed to the moon goddess that he’d protect his Pack and Heal with every last ounce of his power. He’s watched his siblings and cousin battle the worst circumstances to find love and is now afraid that the one woman who could be his might not have much time left. The rules of mating have changed, and Walker will do what he has to in order to protect the bonds that have eluded him for so long.
Aimee Reagan knows there’s something wrong with her. She’s known since the first time she found out shifters were real and magic existed. When the Talon Pack’s enemy sets his sights on her, her battle to survive becomes even harder.
Walker and Aimee must turn to each other when the powers around them change and the paths that had been laid before them are no longer clear. But when their passion threatens a curse far older than anyone dreamed, they’ll only have one chance to save something worth more than a mating bond. Their future.
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“I think I figured out what’s wrong with you.”
She froze. “What do you mean?”
He let out a long breath. “It’s not an illness, Aimee. You’re not sick. You’re cursed.”
She didn’t say anything, but the shock on her face was clear.
“And I’m going to do everything in my power to rid you of it. I’m not going to let this curse take you. Do you understand? It’s not going to win.”
And it wouldn’t. Because he was a damn Healer and he knew there was something in Aimee that called to him beyond his duty.
Aimee swayed on her feet, and Walker reached out, gripping her upper arms. The warmth of his skin penetrated the coldness that had seeped into her bones.
“Cursed,” she repeated, her voice sounding oddly small. “Like… a curse-curse?” That question didn’t make any sense, but then again, nothing did at the moment.
She couldn’t quite keep up with everything that had happened in the last few moments, and considering that her life usually revolved around waiting on tables, that was saying something. One minute, she was outside of Dawn and Mitchell’s, escaping the ever-diligent watch of the couple and her other two friends’ care for a brief second so she could get fresh air; the next, she had Walker’s mouth on hers; and yet the next… well, then he was speaking about curses and her illness as if he hadn’t just made her sway on her feet for more than one reason.
Her lips tingled, and she could still taste him if she flicked out her tongue, but the thoughts of whatever had happened were fading so fast it was almost as if it were a dream.
Maybe she was now hitting the delusional part of her sickness because that seemed like the only logical reason at this point for what on earth had just happened.
Walker frowned before reaching out and running his knuckles along her cheek. She blinked, almost swaying into him, but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure she could. There was this connection between them she couldn’t name, and it was so strong, it almost overpowered everything else.
Even the most important thing.
She swallowed hard, pushing away the odd feeling that made her want to move closer to him and tried to catch her breath.