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
Sebastian considers my words. “And freeing the humans currently under werewolf rule?”Yeah, I don’t have a way to sell this well.“That was not part of the offer. However, with all those new resources, you’ll be able to avoid any more humans being enslaved because you’ll have no need to interact wit
AmeliaThe first thing I think when I wake up is how Ava described sex: a male’s penis going inside a female’s vagina. I remember when Owen taught me how to frig, instructing me to put my finger inside myself. I remember the way he rubbed his penis while he watched me.It felt like there was barely
OwenI can smell Ava before I see her. The scent mixes with memories of being in love with her, of envisioning our future together. I wonder briefly how we went from that to where we are now, and I know I’m to blame.Ava appears in the doorway to my bathing chamber. I don’t look at her, keeping my e
OwenBy the time I’m in Tresalia, I’m starting to question this entire plan.After the last time I made my way through the territories, back when I was searching desperately for a clue to the missing werewolves in an attempt to save Amelia’s life, I knew I had become disconnected from the people. I







