Selene Thunder crashes overhead, jarring me straight to the bone. Terror lances through me as lightning streaks through the sky, pushing me to run faster, even as I hear Bastien howling for me in the distance. The rain begins soon after, fat droplets bursting onto the forest floor and transforming dirt and leaf litter to thick, sticky mud. Annoyance flits through my mind. The rain might help cover my scent, but the quickly coalescing muck will save my footprints in a perfect trail. It will be only too easy for Bastien to follow me, and I do not wish to be caught. The worst part about my mate’s hurtful words is that we both know they’re undeniably true. I deserve to feel this pain, I deserve to suffer the consequences of my past cruelty. Tears stream from my eyes as I run, the steady pounding of my heart punctuating every loping st

Drake“What’s going on, Bastien.” I inquire urgently, eyeing Sophie where she huddles in the shower. Lowering the phone for a moment, I lean over and press a kiss to her cheek, “We’ll finish this later.” I promise, hoping she knows I’m not cutting our conversation short because of any lingering feelings for Selene. Sophie nods, looking far too serious and gnawing her plump lip. “I love you.” I remind her, relaxing slightly when a wide smile stretches across her lovely countenance, “And no more playing without me.” I order huskily. Leaving my blushing mate, I stride out into my bedroom. “Go ahead.” I say into the phone. The other man’s low voice sounds in my ear. “I’m on my way to the Calypso territory,” he explains, “I’ve left Selene

BastienThe attack comes just before I reach the edge of the Calypso territory. I left the car at the edge of the woods when night fell, wanting to do a bit of reconnaissance before deciding how my quest should proceed. There’s a chance that when all is said and done I’ll retrieve the car and enter Tartarus without further deception, driving right up to the front door and introducing myself to Blaise Denizen under a diplomatic front. However, I think it’s far more likely that I’m going to need to hide my presence here at all costs. I suspect that if I do approach Denizen in person, it will not be under my true identity. However I can’t decide which tact to choose before I’ve seen the Calypso pack for myself. I want to find out what the common people know about their Alpha’s quest to find Volana wolves, and I need to get my bearings and plan conti

SeleneIn the days since Bastien’s urgent call to get out of the house, my life has been turned completely upside down. After the sentries swept the house and cordoned off all the escape passages, we were finally allowed to return, but no amount of bodyguards or security measures can erase the knowledge that somebody wants to hurt my family. The thought of Bastien traveling alone in the Calypso territory with assassins lurking around every corner makes my skin crawl. I would always rather be overcautious and secure than under cautious and suffer for it, but I can’t help but think my mate is focusing on the wrong threat. He’s the one out there putting his life on the line. His cousin can have no use for Lila and I - the only threat would be if my pup does turn out to be a boy. After all, he knows better than anyone how far a scorned son will go to avenge their father. Still, ther

Selene        Having Drake here is an absolute Goddess-send.        Not only is he precisely the kind of familiar and loving face I needed to help soothe Lila’s overwhelmed nerves, but he was with me throughout my first pregnancy and knows exactly how to make me feel better. When I crave something sweet, the Eros Alpha knows what brand of cookies to buy. When I turn green and make a run for the bathroom, he knows to turn up the air conditioning and pour me a glass of ice water. When I start to cry over nothing, he knows which jokes to tell in order to make me laugh.        Still, as relieved as I am to have my friend close by, his sudden appearance makes me uneasy. “I don’t understand.” I admit once the initial excitement has died down, “when did Bas