Sherrilyn Kenyon - No Mercy

To my readers, who mean the world to me and who have given me countless hours of laughter and smiles online and at appearances. Thank you so much!

To my team at SMP, who works so hard to get the books out, and especially Monique, whose insights and support are the stuff of legends.

To my friends, who are always there when I need them, especially Kim and Dianna, who never shirk at the proofreading and brainstorming sessions.

And to my family, who never complain about eating a lot of pizza and who understand why Mom has to spend so much time locked in her room. Most of all to my hubby, without whom I could never do what I do, and who really is the wind beneath my wings.

God bless and keep all of you.

You can take my life, but youll never break me.

So bring me your worst.

And I will definitely give you mine.

Those words, written in French, still remained on the top of Nicolette Peltiers desk where shed carved them with her bears claw after the death of two of her sons. It wasnt just a motto, it was her angry declaration to the world that had taken her sons from her. A ruthless tragedy that had spurred her on to create the most renowned of the shapeshifter havens.

Sanctuary.

For over a century, shed owned the famed Sanctuary bar and restaurant that rested on the corner of Ursulines and Chartres in New Orleans. There shed reigned as the queen of her kingdom. The mother bear of her remaining twelve cubs who struggled hard every day with the grief over the sons shed buried.

Not a day had passed that she hadnt mourned them.

Until the day war had come to their door. True to her nature and the words shed carved as a permanent reminder of her spirit, she had done her worst and shed protected her children with everything she had.

But that love for them had cost her her life. When her enemies moved to kill her daughters mate, shed protected the lycanthrope with the last of her strength and shed given her life to save her daughter Aimee the agony of burying the wolf were she loved.

The tragedy of her loss was felt throughout the entire Were-Hunter counsel. Nicolette had been as much a legend as the club shed owned. A club that had welcomed all creatures and promised them safety and protection so long as they obeyed her one simple rule:

Come in peace.

Or leave in pieces.

Since the night of her death, her cubs have sought to carry on without her support and guidance. No longer an official haven recognized by the Omegrion council, Sanctuary now stands outside the laws that had once shielded them and her patrons.

And that was fine with Dev Peltier. Hed never liked rules anyway.

But the war that had come to their door wasnt over.

They had only fought the opening battle.

Is it just me or has the entire world gone stump stupid?

Dev Peltier laughed as he heard his brother Remis voice in his ear while he stood outside the front door of the Sanctuary club his family owned. He and Remi were half of a set of identical quadsand that comment was so out of character for his surly brother that Dev had to shake his head. Since when you channel Simi? he asked into the headset he wore so much that it felt weird whenever he didnt have it in his ear.

Remi snorted. Yeahlike Im a friggin Goth demon chick dressed in a corset, frilly skirt, and tights trying to eat my way through the menuand staff.

That was definitely Simi to a T.

But Dev couldnt resist ribbing him. I always knew you were a freak, mon frre. This just proves it. Maybe we should rename you Frank-N-Furter and throw little wienies at you whenever you walk past.

Shut up, Dev, before I come out there and make myself a triplet.

As if. Remi had obviously forgotten whod taught him how to fight. Bring it, punk. I got a new pair of boots itching to head up someones

Would you two stop fighting over the open channel?And grow up while youre at it. I swear Im going to make bear stew out of both of you tonight if you dont stop. Aimee broke off into a round of French, their native language, so that she could continue insulting and emasculating them.

Dev bit back a smart-ass response to his sisters hostile tone that was punctuated by several cheers of approval from the rest of the crew, whose headsets allowed them to overhear every word.

To be honest, he and his family didnt need the headsets to communicate. Part of being shapeshifting bears was that they could project their thoughts so long as they were within a reasonable distance from each otherthough some of them were better at that than others. But that tended to raise suspicion among the mundane humans who worked for them and especially the ones who patronized their business. So they wore the sets in an attempt to at least appear normal.

Yeah, right. Normality had waved bye-bye to his family and his species a long time ago. But what the hell?

He rocked the headset look.

Even so, Dev pulled it off his head as his sisters ranting in French reminded him of his mothers and an unexpected surge of grief tore through him. How he missed the sound of his mother bitching at him in French.

Who would have ever thought? Of all the things to miss.

I must be sick in the head. And yet his mothers sharp voice haunted him from the past.

You need to grow up, Devereaux. Youre not a cub anymore. Havent been one in over two hundred years. Why you bait your brothers so and make me lose my mind? Mon Dieu! You are ever my bane when you misbehave. Just once, cant you counsel your tongue and do as I ask? How can we rely on you if you insist on acting like a boy child? Did you learn nothing? Dev flinched as he saw her face in his mind while she read him his daily riot act.

It was a face hed never see again and a voice that would one day all too soon fade completely from his memory.

How he hated change.

For over a hundred years, hed taken his post at Sanctuarys door, watching as all manner of beings came and went. A sentinel in more ways than one, hed let the humans pass without stopping them. But to the preternatural patrons who came here, he always explained the rules of Sanctuary and interrogated them to determine how much of a threat theyd be if they attackedas well as determine who their allies were.

Just in case.

Now he stood post to make sure their enemies didnt finish destroying the club theyd only just put back together from the fight that had scarred them all.

I miss you, Maman. He missed his father just as much.

Stuff they could replace. Boards could be nailed back in place and counters remade. Smoke damage repaired.

But his parents

They were gone forever.

And that made him furious as more grief racked him. Itd taken all of his strength not to go after the lycanthrope pack that had attacked them. If not for the knowledge of it causing the Omegrionthe ruling council for the werebeaststo hunt down his remaining family and kill them in retaliation, he wouldnt have hesitated. But that he could never chance. He would not be responsible for the death of a single family member.

Not even his brother Remi.

Hed seen too many of his family killed in front of him.

I really want to leave.

It was a thought that was becoming more and more appealing. Ever since theyd reopened Sanctuary after the battle and fire, hed been struck hard with wanderlust. The only reason hed stayed here as long as he had was that his mother had asked him to remain with the family and help protect his younger sister.

Now that his mother was dead and Aimee was mated

Staying wasnt as necessary as itd been before. Every day he felt the pull to leave and make his own way in the world. He was a bear and it was the nature for most males to find a mate and start their own pack.