Clementine I smiled at my dad as he handed me the truck keys. It was Thursday and the day before the full moon. Dad had allowed me to borrow his truck a day earlier than planned. The full moon was officially at its peak on Friday night, but Dad had mentioned that the night before and a few after the full moon were still filled with quite the raucous for werewolves, and I could tell. The whole town seemed to be going crazy. It appeared that everyone started to go nuts a lot earlier than my father had indicated, honestly. Ryan seemed antsy. Tina was going through a deep clean of the bar and grill. Sophie was quiet, and Roman acted like she had too much caffeine in her system. Most other people were behaving oddly too. I hadn’t seen Liam since last week, so I couldn’t even begin to understand how the approaching full moon was affecting him, but I think it was safe to say that it was a good idea to get the hell out of Dodge. Liam hadn’t turned up at Lupus’ last Friday, and I tried not t

Liam I instantly got to my feet, took three steps forward and lowered my head, letting out a rumbling growl. My nose twitched as I smelled the four wolves running through the trees. Their scents swirled around as they darted closer, then further away, only to come close again. My mouth dripped with saliva, and I was more than ready to sink my teeth into those assholes. My hackles were rigid, and even without Lucian’s beastly anger to fuel my own, I was ready to rip them all apart, even if it was four-on-one. I growled again and waited. Fury vibrated through my paws, but I held my ground and waited. I reached back for Lucian, but he was still behind the wall in my mind. “Come on, Lucian. We need to protect Clementine.” Nothing. I shook my head. I thought that would rouse him, but he knew Clementine wasn’t here. Did the four wolves know that? I grudgingly opened my mind-link up and was smacked with indecipherable chatter. It felt like a rubber band pinging back into place. Within a

Clementine I pulled into Blackfern Valley, with nervousness bubbling through my body. I drove straight toward my house and pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine. Grudgingly, I got out of the truck and slung my weekend bag over my shoulder, picking up the boxes on the passenger seat and closing the door. I pressed the remote lock as I trudged toward the back door. Everything looked the same. Felt the same. “I’m home,” I called out, then rolled my eyes, remembering both my brother and father had werewolf hearing. Half of the pack probably heard my announcement. “Welcome home, Clemmy!” Dad said from the kitchen, where he was sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee. He smiled, and then his eyes went vacant for a moment, which he tried to cover by taking a sip of coffee. Looking back, I realized he did that a lot growing up, and I smiled. I guess some habits were hard to break. “I brought Timbits,” I said. I heard thumping footsteps, and seconds later, Vinny was instan

Clementine I walked back into the kitchen, freshly showered and ready to head to work. All I needed was to make a quick sandwich, and I could go to a place where I could be distracted from my downward-spiralling thoughts. “He’s gone,” Dad said as I nervously looked out the kitchen window at the backyard. My heart sank a little. “Good,” I said crossly. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” “You can talk to me, Clem.” I smiled and nodded, “I know.” I proceeded to pull out the ingredients for a sandwich. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, Clemmy,” Dad continued. I stopped buttering the bread for half a moment before I started swiping my knife across the bread again, encasing my emotions. “I’m fine,” I repeated, wishing he would drop the subject. “For what it’s worth, I think Liam genuinely cares about you.” I bristled. “If that’s true, he has a really shit way of showing it.” “Well, he was here in our back yard for the night of the full moon and every night after, waiting for your return. He did

Clementine When April walked off, I felt indescribable rage. Liam had summoned me to serve on him, proving what I had shouted at him earlier. Clad in impenetrable armour, I walked straight up to his table, each of my steps echoing loudly over the wooden floor. He didn’t even look up or register I was there. His caramel brown hair had fallen onto his page as he scribbled away. Cold fury rolled through me. He summoned me, and now he wasn’t talking to me. For what? To prove that I was indeed a slave to his needs, that he could get me to worship at his feet, to follow him around like a lost puppy. What was the old saying? Treat them mean and keep them keen? Asshole! “You know, universities have libraries for that purpose,” I snarled. His head snapped up, and he gave me a small smile that made my heart flip. It was a slight twitch of his soft-looking lips, but it was still a smile. “I know. But this has always been my place to study.” Except for the week, you were ghosting me. I felt