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
Owen“Good morning, mate.”The whispered words pierce the haze of the dream land, a reminder that I get to wake up to a real-life dream with blue eyes and golden hair. Now that we know we’re meant to be together, I’ll get to wake up like this every day, with the weight of her nuzzled into me, my wol
AmeliaI know I was the one who requested space from Owen. I was relieved at first when Isaiah arrived to escort me to training an hour later. Then, as I won more of my sparring matches than ever, about three quarters of them, I turned around to share my excitement with Owen.But he wasn’t there.I
“Yes,” I answer. “But at the end of the day, there are thousands of werewolves and only one king. If they all choose to dethrone him, he loses his power.”“Anyone who wants to stay in power has to keep their subjects happy,” she concludes.I nod. “I want to help the humans, but I don’t know how to i
OwenI throw Ava out of my room with more dignity than she deserves. I’m seething, but I have this aching sorrow growing in my chest, too. Almost like abandonment.It doesn’t take long for me to realize it’s not my feeling. And even less time before a nervous, disembodied voice sounds within my room







