LOGINNatashaI 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
AvaBy the time I return to the camp, all the tents are packed away, any semblance of an encampment gone except for the lingering crowd of werewolves. I find a discarded mug that’s clean enough, filling it with water from the communal drinking area just before it’s packed up, too.With everyone dist
Owen“Owen,” Amelia whimpers, still twitching beneath me in pleasure.When I don’t respond, don’t touch her, she meets my gaze with a pleading look that disintegrates the second she reads my face. “What’s wrong?” she asks, seemingly trying to blink through the haze of ecstasy still lingering in her
I watch her all night as she sleeps fitfully. Eventually, she lays down in the grass, curled up with her head by the tree. Even while she lays there peacefully, her breathing even as her breasts rise with each breath beneath her coat, my cock never softens.It remains ready for her all night, beggin
OwenThe purple dahlias on the hallway table have begun to droop just slightly by the time we drag our feet up the stairs. Even with my heightened strength and healing, I’m only barely inching along right beside Amelia because my body is still tired from all the healing I did yesterday and my insuff







