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
AmeliaEvery head at the encampment turns to the north, to where Prince Owen shoulders his way through the crowd with a limp body in his arms – human or werewolf, I’m not sure. In my peripheral vision, the guard’s hand slowly retreats away from the stool I’m on as he rises to his feet. My heart beat
“We can take a break if you want, now that we’re in the tunnel,” the prince offers.“I’m fine,” I lie, trying to outrun my memories of Molly’s death.“Really?” he asks. “Because your breathing became significantly heavier since we got into this tunnel.”I’d like to blame his werewolf hearing for kno
AmeliaAfter walking for hours to get to my now-revoked execution, even with my training, my muscles are definitely sore and fatigued. Plus, at the pace the prince has us going now as we return to the palace, I’m going to need a break soon.We must have been walking for at least an hour when I final
OwenI don’t sleep. I need every second of my allotted time to find either one of the missing werewolves or one of the creatures responsible for the increasing disappearances.I look over the maps again, trying to see them with new eyes, but there are no patterns to the madness, just as there wasn’t







