“Alright, my love,” he steps closer and plants a kiss on the top of my head. I have to stop myself from recoiling. “I’ll see you then. Maggie-” he looks over my head at my sister -“you should come to training an hour earlier. You still have much to learn. I’ll spend more time with you. Teach you mys
Jericho “Will you be able to handle the wedding?” Brent, my Beta asks. I tap the side of my head, indicating that he has to use our mind link, and nod. “I’m fine.” Victor, my Gamma, jumps in on the hidden conversation. “Are you? I mean, this is where they died.” Harriet, my mate, and Malcolm, my
“Jericho!” Brent says angrily. I sigh and lean back in my chair, sipping on the hot coffee. “Yes. Fuck.” “You are distracted,” Tor accuses me. “I’m fine.” I lean forward and rest my arms on the table. “We made a pact. Relax.” “So you’re still willing to risk Amalie’s life?” Brent asks. “Yes,” I
Amalie The day of my wedding dawns bright and clear. It’s going to be a gorgeous day. Spring is in full bloom, and the territory is alive with colour. I feel as if the weather is betraying me today. It should be a dreary, rainy day. This is too beautiful a day to waste on Easton Marquis. I have n
Gayle booked a whole team of stylists to do me up for the wedding tonight, but for now, for this one last time, my sister gets to do it. ** “Are you ready, Nugget?” my dad asks. His left leg is lame and his right arm doesn’t work anymore, but he stands tall and proud next to me. I haven't seen hi
Jericho My wolf’s powerful legs carry me forward, taking me deeper and deeper into the woods. His footing is sure and steadfast as we leap over fallen trees and soundlessly dash through the underbrush. I’ve been running for hours, forcing myself to put as much distance between Hallowed Moon and my
A tear slips out and rolls down her cheek. Oh, Goddess, I hope it’s not Magnolia. Brent returns with a healer who is carrying a bag with her. My Beta hands me a pair of shorts that look way too small. I gently lay Amalie down and step away so the healer can examine her while I dress. I squeeze in
Jericho “Now you want to help?” Amalie asks. “Three days ago when I told you I don’t want to marry Easton, you sent me back to him.” Guilt eats my guts like a hungry caterpillar. Brent and Victor both stare at me, the accusation open in their eyes. They won’t challenge me on it in front of Amalie.