Hazel Garreth left me alone in his room, even with the separation between us I could still feel his emotions through our bond. It would take me a long time to adjust to the sensation, but it was a comfort to always know if he was okay. Except that it didn’t feel like he was okay at the moment. I heard the door to the packhouse slam open and shouting. A woman was screaming her head off like someone was killing her. “Mama Grace, someone get Mama Grace now!” My mate called. I rushed out of the room, unable to help myself. His room was on the third floor, and since I was unconscious when I came here this was my first time seeing the place. Garreth stood in the entryway with a big blonde wolf, and in his arms was a very pregnant she-wolf. She was screaming and clutching her belly. I was a healer, at least I was when I still had magic. Before my parents died I had assisted in many nymph births. The process was mostly the same for all mammals and my desire to help h

I stared at the creature who pretended to be my familiar, who laid with me when I slept, supported me while I mourned my parent's death, and endured the rejection of my people beside me. My safe harbor laid on the ground before me, leaving nothing truly safe left in my life. The wolf I loved, and bound my life and soul to, was fated to me, but still more or less a stranger. We didn't know anything about each other other than the impossible love between us. I had no doubt the connection of knowing each other well would come in time, but we didn't have it yet. I realized with a painful stab in my heart that the same was true for her. As much as I thought we were the best of friends, the closest two beings could be, I knew nothing about her. There was no one left in this world I truly knew. It made me wonder if I even knew my parents. Gera was certainly Fae, long-limbed, with pointed ears, and a touch of magic glowing in her, but it was darker than I was accusto

Hazel The man I loved continued to lay in my lap until the sun slunk low in the sky. Well, that was a waste of a day I thought dryly, and a hysterical laugh burst free from my lips. He turned to face me for the first time since we'd been this way. My legs fell asleep hours ago but I didn't dare to move him. He peered up at me with his lovely amber eyes, red-rimmed and exhausted. "What's funny?" His voice was thick from the screaming, crying, howling, and not talking. I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. “We didn’t get much done today.” “I suppose not.” The sadness in his voice nearly swallowed me whole. “We should head back to the packhouse, we’ll get cleaned up, have dinner, we can talk, and start again tomorrow.” “Okay.” I agreed, and he stood taking me with him. It made me a little sick to be covered in deer blood, but until this moment I didn’t think much of it. “I’ll carry you.

Hazel His words hit me like a wrecking ball. I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe. “Do you want to know what happened?” He offered as he felt the tension in my body and the fear through our bond. I nodded my head against his chest. “Do you want a little space?” I shook my head as scared as I was, I was exactly where I belonged. He took a deep breath. "This isn't easy for me to talk about for a lot of reasons, but you must understand. I know you've bonded yourself to me because we needed to save your life, but once we get your wings back you can leave me if you choose. It's important for you to know you have options, I won't hold you prisoner." He ran his hand roughly through his hair. "I guess I'll start at the beginning." “My father’s name was Mason and my mother’s name was Claire. He was a typical headstrong, explosive, young alpha and she was the prettiest she-wolf you’d ever see.” The warmth in his voic

Garreth The world was different than I remembered it, warm, and cloudy. The clouds were more than just water hanging in the sky, they were soft beds to lay on. I sighed at the feel of them against my bare skin. Hazel was gloriously naked, her body shined in the soft light. Her legs wrapped around my face and I licked her sweet pussy as her perfect breasts bounced above me. She moaned in ecstasy, as I worked her closer to her peak. Without having moved she was suddenly beneath me. I held her hands above her head as I pumped into her. She cried out my name and it sounded like music. I felt my orgasm building, I came inside her, feeling every bit of stress and pain I’d ever known drain out of me with it. She laid in my arms and I couldn’t believe the feel of her, the bond wound even stronger, purer than ever. Her wings shimmered on her back. I felt her healing magic spilling out of her, fixing the deepest parts of