Se connecterNatashaI step out of my tent, fully dressed for the day, and nearly run smack into Sebastian. We both pull back at the last second, and I feel highly aware of close we came to touching.“Sorry,” I mutter.“My fault,” he mutters back. “I was just coming to find you.”I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
Owen“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
OwenI woke up this morning to arousal coming through the mate bond with Amelia.If I’m being completely and totally honest, I sprang out of bed, ripped open my door, and marched down the hall with the full intent to burst into her room and kill whoever was with my mate.About a step away from the d
DiegoI come to with the distinct sensation of a knife pressed against my throat. With my eyes closed, I can tell I’m on my knees on some uneven ground, my ankles tied together. My arms are tied to something at each side, pulling my arms wide and straining my shoulders while I was stooped forward, u
AmeliaTwo weeks. I’m expected not to see Owen for the next two weeks.Two weeks of training with Isaiah and Raleigh, of coming back to wash off the sweat, then eat alone in my room.Two weeks of waiting to find out if my own mate wants me more than he wants his other mate.Two weeks of waiting to f
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







