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BECKETTI've lost my hippo shift beast, and part of my body that makes me who I am, my tattoos. As much as I'm looking forward to a fresh start, some of us are dragging too much baggage with us. Whatever happened in Harlow's past, isn't going to leave us alone, no matter where we go. I need to focus on who I am. How much of the old Thomas Beckett am I, and will I ever regain my ability to shift after Harlow saved me?HARLOWWe need answers.They are all there, in our pasts, we just need to find them. Just because my past spans less years, doesn't mean there is less there to find. But I buried my issues deep in my messed up sub-conscience. A trip to the prophet from my mates' past is dangerously close to my own. We could kill two birds with one stone here. Is that the right phrase? All I know is people are going to die, and memories are going to rise.

I once heard someone say the phrase "let sleeping dogs lie." I'm not sure that I ever truly understood it before. The key word in that sentence is "before" as I now have a much better understanding of it.After the disaster of my first posting, and ending up back where I started, everything begins to fall apart. Realising I was never meant to join my mates, and shifting into something new, leaves me not sleeping well. I'm having nightmares as my past bombards me with forgotten and repressed memories.Wrath, Rage and Ruin.Somehow I have to get them back in the box, somewhere they have been shut away for far too long and now that they are out, they are in no hurry to go back.Why can things never be easy?How much more can I take before I just let go?

My name is Harlow, and I've just been attached to a ShiftARS unit on an army base far from where I was settled. I'm 23 and recently out of training, so although I rank higher than the three guys in my team, they treat me like the newbie. The three guys are gay and also lovers so the team dynamics are off. Luckily these guys look at me like a conquest and welcome me in. They are huge guys, solid muscle and tower 6 inches above me. Despite coming top of my class in fitness, martial arts and target shooting, to them my 5ft10 frame makes me seem like a delicate flower. They think I'm straight, I won't tell them I've been tempted before. Just like I won't tell them my shift beast.But all my secrets might come out anyway as these guys peel away my layers until they break my core.

HENRYI was dead. Not near death, or gone for a few minutes. I died. I was buried. There was a funeral and everyone came. My mates mourned me.Then the darkness of nothing lifted and now I'm back.But I've changed; my mates have changed. And I've just met the most amazing person. Harlow is a blast from the past and a missing piece in my life. But... he is part of something huge, and, I'm not sure if anyone realises, but this young man is insane.Utterly round the bend, bonkers, fell down the rabbit hole kind of crazy. But my heart say sign me up anyway.HARLOWIt's Christmas, and my mates want to show me that this time of year can be fun. My experiences have been less than convincing so far and I'd rather forget the whole thing. A couple of visitors from my mates past soon become welcome friends in an increasingly difficult world. My voices are getting harder to hide. I think I'm going crazy. You know what they say; crazy attracts crazy. I just wasn't expecting it to be in the form of the Krampus.It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and only one thing can save this from becoming another year of disappointment. One little red box that's always under the tree. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, that one small, unlabelled present is my only constant.This book is for over 18s due to scenes of a graphic nature, and dealing with mental health issues.

My Phoenix is out, along with my visions. I've been sent into hiding, but everything about this feels wrong. Maybe I'm just out of my depth? My mates may be with me but I feel like I'm losing my connection with the world. This isn't real.Not only am I plagued by doubt, I'm also being tormented by nightmares again. My mates are the only positives I can think of lately. My rank means I lead my team but when my lieutenant bars come off, these men own me body and soul, and they are as hard to ignore as the damn bird.When more of the truth comes out, it turns out I was right, but I'm not sure I have enough sanity left to come back from this. Not when every repressed memory is thrown back at me. There is a damn good reason why I shut my past out.Will my mates stick with me through it all, or am I destined to mess up the only good thing that ever happened to me?

RILEYHarlow's secrets are out but too many loose ends threaten our future together. We need to make a preemptive strike against Harlow's dad before he comes for us.Instead a stranger at the door threatens to expose everything we have.Our happy ever after has never felt so close and yet seemed so far away.HARLOWA nice house with my family, out in the middle of nowhere,no one to bother us.That was what I drempt of as a child.Now I have my mates, we have the house. We're in the middle of nowhere.People need to stop bothering us.Stopping my dad is the only way to make that happen.Easier said than done. I have a feeling things are going to get worse before they get better.Oh, and now my mum is gone, so is the waterfall.Dying just got a HELL of a lot more complicated.

TROYHarlow is missing, and Pletcher won't let the four of us, his own mates, in on the search. All they know is that James Harvey doesn't know where his son is. Well screw Pletcher and the ShiftARS. It's time we walk away from everything we ever knew. Harlow needs us and his safe return is the only thing that matters, he is all that matters. We will find him, and we will devote the rest of our lives to our crazy amazing mate. Hold on Harlow, we're coming for you.HARLOWDeath is supposed to be a rest. Well, I'll tell you, they are lying.The phrase 'live while I'm alive and sleep when I'm dead' doesn't apply to me.I'm dead, and for some reason, that means trekking up the side of a mountain to find my beasts.I'll make my own phrase then. Sex when I'm alive. Epic journey of discovery when I'm dead. And sleep when hell freezes over.Or when I burn the world.