LOGINMarions nods in understanding. She seems satisfied enough that I don’t mention the final piece: Owen already has a second mate in Ava, so I’m sure the idea that he has a third mate in Natasha isn’t that far of a leap for him.“I didn’t realize you went to such great lengths to leave your mate to be
NatashaMy first thought when Marion started sewing the patch on my jacket that I was already wearing was that it seemed unnecessary. She could have asked me to remove my jacket, which would have allowed her easier angles and less stress about accidentally poking me with the needle.Then I thought m
“I’m just glad he doesn’t seem to hate me anymore,” I murmur. It’s the truth, even if only one of the many half-truths I’m so used to weaving.If anyone might realize I’m keeping the rest of the story to myself, it might be Marion, so before she can ask any follow-up questions that I won’t be able t
NatashaThe second I lift the flap to Marion’s tent, she lets out an exasperated exhale. “She’ll be fine for the run!”She freezes in surprise when I come through the tent flaps.“Oh,” she says. “I thought you were Sebastian.”It’s strange to see her taken off guard. She always seems so assured and
NatashaI 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
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
“I’m not!” I shrug. “I grew up in an orphanage that taught me,” I motion around the hallway, “apparently, nothing of value. You said I had sex with him, so what does that mean?”I’m assuming she’s referring to what Owen did with his face between my legs in the forest. I don’t think it’s what we did
AmeliaI don’t know why I wandered the halls on my own the first time.After almost dying, after watching the effect that had on Isaiah, after the reminder that I have something to fight for, I certainly can’t explain why I go out and do it again the next night.All I know is that I’m tired. I’m tir







