"The nonstop action keeps the pages turning, and the sexual tension between Selenka and Ethan crackles with an intensity that will delight paranormal romance readers. Series fans will be thrilled by this high octane installment."-Publishers Weekly

Praise for Wolf Rain

"Once again immersing readers in a richly imagined world...Singh’s third Psy Changeling Trinity novel (after* Ocean Light*) delights with lovingly drawn characters."-Publishers Weekly
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"Another Psy/Changeling page-turner from the brilliant Singh."-Kirkus Reviews

"Another hands-down winner that expands Singh’s brilliantly conceived world."-Library Journal*, Starred Review

One of “28 of the Best Romance Novels of 2019 That'll Instantly Have You Addicted” by OprahMag.com

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Nalini Singh is passionate about writing. Though she’s traveled as far afield as the deserts of China and the temples of Japan, it is the journey of the imagination that fascinates her the most. She’s beyond delighted to be able to follow her dream as a writer.

Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand. For contact details and to find out more about her series, please visit her website.

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New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh returns to her breathtaking Psy-Changeling Trinity series with a mating that shouldn’t exist…
 
Alpha wolf Selenka Durev’s devotion to her pack is equaled only by her anger at anyone who would harm those under her care. That currently includes the empaths who’ve flowed into her city for a symposium that is a security nightmare, a powder keg just waiting for a match.
 
Ethan Night is an Arrow who isn’t an Arrow. Numb and disengaged from the world, he’s loyal only to himself. Assigned as part of the security force at a world-first symposium, he carries a dark agenda tied to the power-hungry and murderous Consortium. Then violence erupts and Ethan finds himself crashing into the heart and soul of an alpha wolf.
 
Mating at first sight is a myth, a fairytale. Yet Selenka’s wolf is resolute: Ethan Night, broken Arrow and a man capable of obsessive devotion, is the mate it has chosen. Even if the mating bond is full of static and not quite as it should be. Because Selenka’s new mate has a terrible secret, his mind surging with a power that is a creature of madness and death…

Leseprobe

Chapter 1

The subject displays obsessive tendencies that can be utilized to your advantage. If you manage to turn his loyalty toward you, he will never betray you.

-Intake report: Psych, on subject Ethan Night, age six, for Councilor Ming LeBon (2061)

Selenka blamed the bears.

If Valentin hadn't gone and mated Silver Mercant, the rest of them wouldn't be standing around at this giant target of a symposium. It might as well be flashing the words "Here We Are! Come Attack Us!"

As if he'd felt her burning gaze, the bear changeling alpha turned from where he was talking to one of his senior people and waved, accompanying it with a big grin. She glared at him, in no mood for bear charm.

"You don't like bears?" asked a clear male voice, his Russian unaccented and his words toneless.

Selenka had sensed his approach-she wasn't alpha of the most powerful wolf pack in Russia because people could sneak up on her. Not that she had to worry much about sneaking when it came to the other major pack in the area. Bears could sneak about as well as ten-thousand-pound elephants.

This man, however, he was quiet. He also smelled like a crisp winter wind around a flame so hot it was blue, with none of that cold metallic smell changelings had learned to look out for among Psy. Those of the psychic race who had that smell were so far gone into the emotionless protocol they called Silence that there was usually no coming back.

"Yesterday, I had to bail three normally well-behaved wolves out of jail," she said without looking at the male who stood next to her, his height maybe an inch above her five eleven. "Do you know why?"

"Bears?"

"Bears." A grim confirmation. "Nice bears who talked my wolves into going for a 'friendly' drink. So friendly that half the bar ended up in a brawl." The bears had found it hilarious, had still been grinning when she bailed out her three sheepish wolves.

Selenka did not find it amusing.

Her wolves were disciplined predators; they didn't go around starting bar brawls. Especially not bar brawls where one of them ended up stinking of raspberry daiquiri, his blond hair pink as a result of the enormous cocktail that had been poured over him. The three would be working off the bar's repair bill into next year.

Her wolves weren't disciplined simply because she was a hard-ass; it had to do with the different temperaments of their animals. Bears could be brutal hunters, but generally, they were laid-back unless provoked. You could poke a changeling bear multiple times before it rumbled a growl and swiped out with a paw.

Wolves could be pushed to violence far faster. A bear might laugh off an insult that would send a wolf into cold anger. Because bears took not much seriously, while many wolves had an innate and deadly intensity.

Each had pros and cons. The laid-back ursine nature could lead to laziness and had done so in a previous alpha-the reason Selenka's pack had been able to take over a chunk of bear territory. But her wolves' primal instincts could lead to rash actions and bloodshed.

Discipline was key to a strong wolf pack.

"But the relationship must be cordial," the stranger said, with no alteration in his flat tone, and yet his voice, it was hauntingly beautiful in its clarity and pitch. "If the two groups are drinking together?"

"'Cordial' isn't quite how I'd put it." The BlackEdge wolves and the StoneWater bears had a teeth-gritted truce. Mostly because they were each as dangerous as the other. After a few skirmishes, the two groups had grudgingly come to the same conclusion: a war would decimate them both and leave Moscow and its surrounds open for takeover by another changeling pack.

These days, they satisfied themselves by growling or glaring at each other over the border-or blowing kisses across rooms. That last was nearly always a bear move. Selenka knew Valentin's bears did it to get a rise out of her wolves-which was why she'd told her wolves to respond with fluttered lashes and obviously fake smiles.

Selenka wasn't proud of it, but the damn bears could drive a saint to murder. And wolf and bear were both predators. It was either play this game of mutual annoyance, or tear each other to pieces. Right now, however, Valentin's bears were a peripheral concern at best. She was far more interested in the cool, dangerous presence next to her.

Had to be an Arrow.

No one else would be suicidal enough to walk up to a wolf alpha who was so clearly in a bad mood.

She shifted on her heel to face him and her gaze slammed into eyes of the palest brown she had ever seen. The color was beyond hazel, beyond topaz, and into a crystalline purity that was the faintest wash of color.

Only the jet black of his pupils broke the startling paleness.

The effect was even more striking against the honey brown of his skin. Chiseled cheekbones pushed against that skin, and his hair was a shaggy black, the same shade as the scruff that darkened his jaw. His eyes had the faintest upward tilt. It was impossible to pinpoint his ethnicity. Not surprising, since the Psy apparently had a way of mixing and mingling genes to increase the chances of powerful psychic offspring.

To the psychic race that shared the world with humans and changelings, looks…