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
Except she’s not alone. Isaiah stands guard at the top of the stairs, only a few steps away. I still don’t feel ready to talk to Amelia, but his raised eyebrows and the nearly anger in his eyes as he glares at me then looks to Amelia, prompts me to let her in.I think I may have just lost my guard’s
“Why trust a word I say?” Diego asks.“I haven’t decided whether or not I will. But there’s only one way to find out. Did you plant the knife?”Diego’s brows furrow heavily. “What knife?”I want to believe he truly has no idea what I’m talking about. For now, I shelve the topic.“You slept with Ava,
AmeliaI’m still sitting on the floor, having just pushed the box of my mother’s items back under my bed, contemplating everything I’ve learned today, when there’s yet another knock on my door.“Your dinner, Miss Maya,” someone calls through the door. I scramble up to open it, catching the human who
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







