Войти“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
Amelia“I think I’ll name you Maya,” Owen says with a pensive expression.My brows furrow in confusion. “You already have.” What I don’t say is that he hasn’t called me that since he marked me and that the fact that he’s bringing up my pet name now hurts me.Then again, if he can feel what I’m feeli
OwenIt’s not particularly surprising when Ava follows me out of my room and through the palace to my half-brother’s bedroom. If she’s working with him, she’ll want to make sure he doesn’t name her as an accomplice. If she’s not, she should be incensed by his treachery.I bang on Diego’s door until
AmeliaGuilt swarms my body. Guilt for Owen’s mother’s death that clearly haunts him, even if I didn’t really have anything to do with it.Then guilt for my mother. A fearsome leader, a mere human capable of eliciting fear in werewolves, and yet here I am, falling for one. Instead of fighting them l
AmeliaI lay the necklace down carefully on the blanket, wondering if it had been tucked in the blanket to protect the metal – or to hide it. Then I peek in the box to see if there’s anything else.I’m admittedly surprised by what I find.Of all the things I might find in a box of my mother’s belong







