KiraI turned my wrist, revving the engine beneath me. Irene didn’t like when I was late. Which was, reasonably… every other day. But that was really Mark’s fault, right?I felt the wind rustling through my hair. I should have worn my helmet. But the wind was drying my hair. I’d deal with the tangles later.I was about a mile away from the infirmary when, to my surprise, a motorcyclist pulled out in front of me.“What the–”I veered to the side, narrowly missing the curb and having to jump it. “WATCH IT!” I roared, fighting to straighten out. His hand flung up at the traffic light above, his

Perrin “That’s hardly concrete evidence, Perrin.” My father looked at me sternly from across his desk, his arms folded across his broad chest. The sun was rising behind him, casting his large form in a ghostly silhouette. “But you have to agree! It totally could have been Nael!” “First of all, I’m not even going to comment on what the Luna Select was doing listening to another Alpha’s private messages,” he said firmly, his disapproval clear. “And second, anything that she would have heard is merely hear-say at this point and in no way admissible as evidence in any case.” I had to admit, he had a point. While Lo had shared the details of Nael’s phone message

PerrinI skidded to a stop in front of the reception desk. Lorrie barely looked at me and waved me through, not even bothering to say hello, simply holding out a visitor's pass on the lanyard.“Thanks!” I said, huffing and sprinting down the hall. I was late.“Perrin! Please! Watch where you’re going!” Irene said, a flurry of papers exploding into the air as I bumped into her like feathers on a chicken.“I’m sorry! I’m running late!”“WALK!” She called, already dropping to her knees to gather the papers.“I’m sorry!” I said, turning as I ran backwards down the hall. “Don’t want to piss off you-know-who!&rdqu

Perrin“What are you doing here?”Kira was crunching on an apple in the reception area. I had checked quickly on Jack and Gowan; Gowan was sleeping. Jack was being treated, so I had no luck. And Thomas had departed the day before, returning to his own pack now that his lung had healed.“I thought I’d see Jack,” she said, chewing around a large bite of her apple. Pieces fell out and juice dribbled over her chin. “Need a napkin?”She wiped her face with the back of her hand and took another bite. “How’d your appointment go with You-Know-Who?”“She has a name

PerrinFor the first time in over a week I wake without morning wood.I smile, reliving the finer points of the night before. There’s no morning boner, but I’m still sore as fuck. I roll over, aware that my cock feels as sore as it did from the three hours of goodbye sex we had in person before she left. But I can feel myself grinning like an idiot. Last night was better than I could have ever hoped. And to think I was ever nervous…I laugh to myself as I glance over at the clock, grabbing my phone and turning off my alarm that will be going off in just a minute.I groan, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I take a quick shower, having been too tired last night to properly clean myself up and make a mental note to burn the sheets. I came so many times I couldn&