The day of the full moon Raze leafed through the fresh stacks of paper, standing at the threshold of my door. Watching him read every word left me shaking. I should be used to the pre-moon jitters, but I'm so edgy I feel I could really slip up here. No tea, no calming, just a steady, tingling build-up of dirty thoughts and throbbing erogenous zones that I didn’t even know I had. If someone touches behind my ear, I might moan.Alpha Raze left me alone in my room for the most part, with just Brody checking in on me. Every so often, I caught the smell of rosemary. My guard is still watching over me, even if it’s in the shadows. “You have gone into an awful lot of detail here, Mireille,” he finally answered, his voice low, more of a growl. Certainly not pleased. “Not just about creating this full moon space but in general. Almost as if you’re telling me how to do my job.”My stomach sank. Dressed in the same long-sleeved black pullover and pants, I watched his long hands leafing through

I hadn’t lied. I am pissed off that he ditched me, but saying it was because I missed our friendship wasn’t the entire truth.My father is attending so much meditation that he is forgetting to eat. His blue eyes, always so vivid and bright, are dwindling, like a dying star. I miss his personality. His muteness never stopped him from filling a room with his character before.Staring at the portrait of my mother, I know I’m trying to capture something I’ll never have again. So I don’t blame my father for hiding down here. We can both pretend until spring, when we return to our empty house. Where we will be stabbed in the heart all over again.I haven’t added much to the portrait. Each day, I spend hours staring at it, listening for footsteps that never come. Ryan sometimes floats into my mind. I try to keep him there. Remember how it felt to nuzzle against his blonde scruffy beard and gaze into his gentle brown eyes. Fill my thoughts, my heart with our fragile, barely sealed bond. Why

Somehow I’ve gone from laughing at Brody and Sven messing with broomsticks and buckets to the Alpha’s bedroom. Not just his bedroom but stood against the supporting bar of his bunk bed with his hand halfway up my shorts.I can’t think straight. The full moon isn’t until tomorrow, but my wolf wants me to do a thousand things at once. They want me to spread my legs, kiss him, yank my shorts down, and pull his sweats down. Run. My brain is a car crash filled with sweet birch.“I had sex, okay, no different to anyone else,” blushing so hard it hurts. Raze leaned in ever closer, his lips skirting my ear. In a serious voice, probably the one he uses before cutting fingers off. “I want details. How many men? Where did they touch you? Did you like it? Was it your first time?”“How did you…that’s not your business!” I blush even harder at the mention of my virginity, but then his fingers inched upwards, just inside the hem of my shorts, dangerously close to finding my soaked panties, and I shu

A frantic patter of footsteps interrupted the grey silence. I knew it was Hope. I leaned back against the cool concrete wall and braced myself for fury. My arms rested on top of my knees as I got used to the shitty little metal bed. “Cal!” I am immediately glad for the silver bars. Not just because she is wearing that clinging black catsuit that shows off every curve, but because her amber eyes are glowing with fury. She looks magnificent, even when she’s angry. Plus, her beautifully freckled cheeks are glowing bright red at the fact I’m in here wearing just a pair of black briefs. Clothing, blankets, or any other fabric could be used to mess with the silver bars. So her eyes are all over every inch of my bare skin, and the temperature feels like it’s shot up a few degrees.Reu had hissed he was being kind, leaving me with underwear when he slammed the cell door shut. So now I am trapped like a zoo exhibit, with Hope’s eyes raking dangerously over every inch of me.Seeing as the fu

Along with everyone else, I drag my mattress into the Black Space. Once more, the huge bodyguard and Sven are humping the speaker system into place, setting up the generator. I help Brody and Sven with hanging the black curtains that help to dull out the final shades of vision.I keep my head down. There are no further clashes with Quinn, thankfully. Not that the silly woman realises I’m trying to save her neck. If the wrong person hears her calling me a whore again I don’t know what might happen. I stare at the note every night. Angel. I'm nobody's angel.Her face is a permanently macabre landscape of bubbling ridges, forming a permanently foul smile. She stands with Raze, her braids hanging low to try and disguise her scars as he talks through a checklist. Climbing the ladder, all I can feel is his eyes on my hips.I thought it was his eyes anyway. I turn around quickly and see nobody looking. Paranoia kicking in, perhaps. Full moon edginess. Except when I turn around, there it is