LOGINOwen“What the…” Diego sputters out as I slam the door behind us. I’ve brought us into the music room which is empty save for a smattering of instruments.I stare Diego down more intensely than I mean to. “What of Natasha?”My brother seems immediately on his guard. “What of her?”“Did they believe
Owen“Isaiah,” I call from the threshold to the library. The first shelf has been completely redone, and its sisters line the walls in various forms of completion.One of my most trusted guards, the one who befriended Amelia, the one who I struggle to be near for the way he reminds me of her, approa
NatashaI don’t stay at the campfire for long after Carolina and Missy are dragged off to bed by the man I found out is their uncle.I didn’t have the heart to ask where their parents are.“I think I’ll get some sleep,” I say as I stand. I’m surprised when people I’ve just newly met through Carolina
Sebastian’s smile grows impossibly wider. “Of course. You don’t have to ask my permission to talk to her.”“That’s what I said!” a male adult a few seats away says. He must be their dad or otherwise guardian.“Yeah, but,” Carolina says, glancing nervously at me again. She lowers her voice as she ret
NatashaDante was brought back to the kingdom this morning. He spent one night in the First Quarter, and warriors took shifts watching over him as he slept.Sebastian and another Sun Warrior I don’t know bagged him at dawn and walked him back to the Red Forest to find his way home. I wanted to go wi
Diego angles himself so he can see me and Marion. “This morning, before you arrived at the palace,” he says, nodding to me, “the Alpha Prince informed me of a plan to sniff out our mole.”“What mole?” I ask.Diego raises his eyebrows. “Me.”“What?” Sebastian asks. I’m confused, too.“The beheadings,
OwenMy wolf is whining inside me. I want to chastise him, I want to yell at him to shut up, but I’m about two seconds from whining in desire myself.I’ve been so careful since Ava asked for two more weeks before we can finally call off our relationship. I know I want Amelia, but I will not touch he
AmeliaI tie off my French braid, sending up thoughts of love to Molly. I don’t usually braid my hair while looking in the mirror like this, but I wanted to watch as I pulled strand after strand into the braid, the long, beautiful, uncollared neck revealed beneath.I know the collar is not physicall
I scramble for that reason now.“That’s not what I meant,” I bite through gritted teeth. “I don’t know how we could have had all those indications of being mates if we’re not, but the bond between us has faded and the marking never took. If we’re going to talk about indications, then we have to cons
Owen“So, brother,” I let out a heavy sigh as my brother appears at my side as I walk down the hall of the palace. “I hear you’ve got that delicious little pet of yours training with the guards.”My wolf growls at Diego’s use of the word “delicious”, at the idea that he might know what my Amelia tas







