Kit's POVThe noises Sera made on the phone the other night were living rent-free in my head. I've thought about it all week. Fantasizing about calling her again, just to listen to her. But I didn't. I took Rosie's advice and took a step back.Sera needed to invite me. I shouldn't be the one coming onto her. As much as it killed me whenever I saw her name pop up in my recent contacts. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Even at work, when I was doing tedious jobs, my wolf would get all excited when my mind wandered off to her again.It didn't help that tonight was a full moon so my wolf was a bit more restless than usual, but unlike other wolf shifters, it never bothered me much. Probably had something to do with my bloodline. I couldn't complain. While other wolf shifters were out making a fool out of themselves tonight, shifting and sprinting in the woods, I decided to use it to my advantage. So when I decided to go out with my friends tonight, I didn't expect to see Sera. B

CW: Mentions of domestic abuse and sexual assaultSeraphina's POVThe sky bled red as night fell.Chains binding my wrists to the sacrificial stone. William wielding a silver knife with a bone handle over my head. Runes were carved into everything, but the markings were warped. I couldn't read any of it.The same nightmare, but this time, we weren't in a ritual circle, we were on Rosie's farm. In her living room with uncanny chants from an unknown audience echoed in my ears. Not far from me the red-headed Berserker face down in a puddle of her own blood. Kit sliced to pieces. Pain eviscerated my heart, and tears spilled down my cheeks. No. No. No.They didn't look like my friends anymore, not the people who showed me kindness and welcomed me and Annie in their lives without question. They were just meat.My life would end how it started. Bloody and alone. Even the people who promised to protect me couldn't save me from William's bloodlust."Did you really thin

Kit's POVA storm was coming. I could smell the rain. Thickness in the air.Brewing in the clouds. Dark gray and angry with lightning flashing in the distance. I grimaced, turning my attention back to sealing my client's windows. Last one of the day. Then I could go back to my apartment and drink myself into a stupor until I fell asleep and couldn't hear the thunder anymore.I hated the crack of thunder. It reminded me too much of my eighteen birthday when I was sliced to pieces by my brother. The thunderstorm came afterward and I could recall little snippets of Rosie dragging me through the mud, over the border before Will decided to change his mind and finish the job.When I was a child, I loved the sound of rain, but now, it makes my entire body tense. Even if there is so much as a change in humidity, my body went into survival mode.Pathetic. A grown man afraid of thunderstorms.My phone buzzed, but I didn't look at it. As badly as my fingertips itched to respond bec

Kit's POVMy heart was beating too fast.Sera was here. In my apartment, getting changed into my clothes. My wolf roused, pacing under my skin. He buzzed with unrequited excitement. Desire to be touched. The tether in my chest longed for her.While she changed, I shrugged off my shirt, putting on some fresh clothes before settling down on my loveseat, and turning something on the TV to distract myself. I could hear her heart beating, a bout of her scent breaking through the mask. It made my mouth water and hair raise on the nape of my neck. Like sweetwater. A rushing rapid over a rocky riverbank. My bathroom door opened and I tried to shake off the budding desire. How the realization that we were alone in my apartment made my cock thicken in my pants. I looked up from the couch and instantly, my mouth went dry. She was so unbelievably beautiful. Blonde hair tossed to one side of her head, cascading down the front of her chest like glimmering gold. My shirt was too big

Kit's POVSera fit perfectly against the crook of my arm, her nose pressed against my collarbone. Her narrow arms wound around my neck, holding me tightly like at any moment, this would all be taken away. I felt the same way. Her breath puffed out against my neck, her heart pumping steadily. I smelled myself all over her and the only way that would feel even better is if I could smell that sweetwater again threaded through my scent. Combing my fingers through her hair, the thunderstorm felt like a distant memory. The rain lightening against my roof. I'd have to take her home soon. Back to Rosie's homestead, out of my arms. It felt difficult to even think about. I didn't want to let her go.Not when I could still taste her on my lips. Remember how she quivered and surrendered to me.Her words were still fresh in my mind. Her husband scarred her. Tore into her skin because he felt like she owed it to him. The thought made me really fucking angry. Rage simmered under the