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.
I try not to think about it anymore, but the questions will always remain. Did they make her watch? Did she see our son die? “I didn’t know….Is that why Easton kicked me when I asked about her?” I smirk. “Yes. That is also why Landon didn’t invite me to your wedding.” “I’m glad you were there. It
Amalie It’s almost sundown by the time I go back to my own territory. Shawna gave me clean clothes, and I washed in a stream running through Jericho’s territory. While I felt his presence the whole time, I didn’t see him once. He was close enough to speed to my aid if the shit hit the fan, but far
Amalie “Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth. “I am your Beta, slug,” he replies and slowly raises me higher until I dangle helplessly by the neck. “You will obey me. I do not, for the love of The Goddess, understand why Alpha Landon won’t simply kill you and get it over with.” My lungs feel
JerichoFor the first time since she died, I don’t dream of Harriet.It’s Amalie I see in my bedroom. It’s Amalie who slips out of her dress and lets it pool around her feet, revealing her beautiful curves in the soft glow of the moonlight.Her blue eyes stare into mine as she mounds me and slides m
Jericho Amalie is completely relaxed where she sits on the balcony, her face turned to the sun. Spirit wolves always have to be close to nature. When the full moon forces our shift, they can usually be found somewhere in an open field, basking in the glow of The Goddess. They’re most content when