TrystanI never thought I’d enjoy hunting with shifters outside my pack, but these dumb fucks actually make it enjoyable.I’ve known Archer for most of my life, though not in any kind of familiar context. Just as that dude who’s dad is the dying alpha of the East Pack and who probably isn’t strong enough to take the mantle when the old man croaks.But he surprises me when we’re on the hunt. I had little doubt before that Dare was just as strong and skilled as me, but Archer is too. We work together like a well-oiled machine, evenly matched and able to anticipate each other’s moves.I fly over the undergrowth into position, forming a third point on our triangle around the herd of grazing deer. There are five of them to choose from, all with their noses in the grass in a small field, completely oblivious to the threat surrounding them. Whoever can’t run fast enough is going to be dinner.The wind carries me Dare’s scent, and I can see Archer just beyond the shadow of fading sunlight. We

SableArcher moves swiftly and gracefully beneath me as we race out of town. I clutch his fur and keep my head down, though I can’t help but steal glances at our surroundings as we run.I don’t know this place, even though I lived here my whole life. My whole world was narrowed down to the house I was kept in, where each room might as well have been its own continent and my only real connection to the outside world were the books and movies I occasionally got my hands on.We pass a barber shop, a movie theater, and a bank, the latter of which is obviously closed for the night. The buildings are old but well kept, mostly stone and connected by alleyways, and there are planters full of flowers everywhere. Everything is so normal, like a quaint little movie set used for a romantic comedy.How did I come to live my own personal horror in a town this cute?I gasp as I see people coming out of a corner grocery, talking and laughing among themselves in the light pouring from the windows. A g

SableWe’ve got you.God, I hope that’s true. Because I feel like I’m on the verge of floating away, on the precipice of bursting into a million sparks and dissipating in the air.I have never felt anything like this, not even in the times when I’ve kissed or touched these men before. This is something altogether different, and I wonder if it’s the wolf inside me rising to the surface.It definitely feels wild, whatever it is. Unrestrained. Uninhibited.Powerful.Dare’s brown eyes burn as he gazes at me, the flecks of gold in his irises glittering like stars. He looks wild too, masculine and strong, and I can feel his cock pulse against my hand. It’s so big I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it, but for some reason, that doesn’t scare me. It’s like my body knows it can take him, knows it was born to fit him.I’ve never had sex before. I’ve barely even gotten to second base before, and if I were with any other men, alarm bells would be ringing in my head, telling me that al

SableI limp down a hallway dark with shadows, trying to see beyond the empty black.God, I hate this all-encompassing darkness. It cradles me like a cold embrace and presses in on me from every side as if it’s a real, living entity. I can feel the panic inside myself. It churns restlessly beneath my skin, ready to surge out of me.I’m trying desperately to find the light. It’s there, I know it is, just beyond my fingertips. Somewhere safe and warm, where the horrors of my past can’t touch me. I just have to find the light and step into it where the living darkness—and the panic—can’t follow me.Almost as soon as I have that thought, the shadows begin to dissipate. I grip the solid wall beside me, my knees going even weaker with thankfulness. Inch by inch, light pierces through the darkness, opening up a window of illumination ahead of me. Thank God, I think, letting out a long-held breath in a sigh of relief. Safety is there in front of me, just like I thought. No panic attack this t

RidgeDespite my attempt at not scaring her, she throws a wild, panicked look in my direction and pulls her knees tighter to her chest. The blanket hangs over her face like a cloak, hiding her away but giving her room to keep her eye on us.“Still the most awake she’s been in days,” Trystan mutters as he draws up to the end of the bed and studies her. Worry hovers behind his turquoise eyes. He snaps his fingers three times, like he’s calling a pup. “Sable! Wake up.”Archer clasps Trystan’s shoulder, pulling him back. “Don’t be an idiot. You’ll scare her.”“I’m not trying to scare her!” Trystan grunts, shrugging Archer’s hand away.Beneath her blanket fort, Sable makes a small, panicked sound as her face disappears entirely beneath the blanket.“Oh?” Archer jerks his chin to indicate Sable. “Well, you’re doing a real bang-up job of it anyway.”Trystan doesn’t reply, but he storms away from the bed to go lean by the open door, his brooding gaze on Sable’s shivering form. Guilt lingers i