LOGIN“Hand over your human slaves, and we will leave you unharmed,” Marion retorts.“We’re not slaves!” one of the women says over the female werewolf’s shoulder. “Please don’t hurt them,” she says, eyeing the silver weapons and our Sun Warriors patches nervously. “They’re our friends.”My mind immediate
NatashaIt’s strange to be on a run with Marion instead of Sebastian. I didn’t want to leave him after all our promises to each other this morning. He’s exactly the kind of man I’ve always dreamed of being with: someone who protects his people and fights back against those who threaten them.Someone
Sebastian kisses me again, this time parting my lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue expressing maybe more than he could with words. I don’t want him to stop, but he does, just like he did last night.“Still,” he says, “can we wait until I’m healed to tell her about us? Just in case she attacks me,”
NatashaI wake up to the gentle snoring I’ve only sometimes heard through my tent wall.This time it’s in my ear.I open my eyes to the inside of Sebastian’s tent and the memory of him asking me to stay the night.The memory of his body on top of mine, his lips finally on mine, his hand on my breast
The truth of it is reflected back at me in Isaiah’s eyes, filled with longing and grief. Natasha may not be dead, but she’s no longer with us, and her absence is a never-ending, gaping hole.“Either Owen is in pain without her,” I remind Isaiah, “or Natasha is in pain while they’re together and she’
DiegoAs the spare heir, the overlooked prince, and the abandoned little brother who I’ve trained everyone to see as nothing but a silly little playboy, I’ve had my fair share of pain. Of being discounted.Tossed aside.But none of it hurts quite as much as this. My own brother, not even caring enou
“Are you okay, Maya? Why did you leave? I was so worried!”My stomach drops even while part of me is impressed by her act. There’s no way out of this. The prince won’t believe me over her.So I spit on her. Right in her face.Her reaction is immediate. She lunges, snarling like a wolf. But the princ
“Clayton Sotts?”All three of us turn our heads toward the unknown voice as a stranger enters the tent. Based on her royal attire, I assume she’s a werewolf from the palace. Maybe an Omega.“Yes?” the human next to me answers.“Prince Owen has assigned me to escort you back to the palace to await re
AmeliaApparently, a typical Hunting Ceremony involves werewolves moving their camp every night depending on where the hunt takes them. Tents are thus not set up during the day, meaning there are no safe havens in which humans can hide.Prince Owen has made an exception for me.He decided to keep hi
OwenI rub my temples, pushing my chair away from the data in front of me. My father’s been giving me more and more work taking care of the kingdom so that I’m prepared to be king one day.As I take just a momentary break, my mind wanders of its own accord in the same direction it’s been wandering a







