“What do you want from me, Evelyn? Packs get attacked. It happens. We dealt with it; no one was killed. You and our son were safely provided for in one of the safe rooms.” “Attacks like this never happen in Canada!!!” she yelled at me. I put my hands over my face. Deep down, I knew she was wr
(Luna Jane POV) I was in my bedroom, sitting on the window seat and looking out over our garden, when Randall walked in. “Darling?” I said nothing. “Darling, talk to me,” he repeated. Again, I said nothing. Randall came over and sat down next to me. “Darling, you have to talk to me.” I igno
“Lily is gone, Jane. Gone. She is not coming back.” “We can help James find her, Randall! And we can help him try to repair the relationship between them!” I pleaded. “NO!!!!” Randall screamed at me. “Lily is probably out there somewhere dead. You know as well as I do that Margie put a bount
(Lily POV) “Do you still have feelings for Brady?” James’ question surprised me, although I know it should not have. I reached over and grabbed his hand. “Yes, but ---” James gently pulled his hand away from me, stood up, and ran his hands down his face. He then walked over to the window and
“Well, alpha, before your mind goes any further down the gutter, why don’t you finally explain to me what has been going on at West Mountain. I was trying to follow along when you were talking to Dr. Hyder, but there is a lot I do not understand.” James kissed me on my forehead. He then began to
***Author Note: Slightly Steamy Scene Ahead.*** (Lily POV) “I love you, James Anderson.” James continued to look at me as though he was afraid that I was going to take it back. “Say it again,” he asked. “It again.” He gave me a dirty look. “Not what I meant, you tease.” I laughed. “I love
(Nick POV) After Jenny left, I sat in my living room for hours, staring at the front door. I kept praying to the Moon Goddess that Jenny would walk back through the door and tell me that it had all been a horrible misunderstanding. No, not just “it” … everything. Specifically, I wanted Jenny to
(Nick POV) As I left the packhouse, I found myself once again wishing that I did not know what I now knew. As crazy as it sounds, a part of me longed for my old life back. You know, the fake life. The life in which Stephanie was a dead saint; my mate loved me, told me everything, and did not kee