LOGINI scrambled up from my chair. “I’ll go first.”Maverick grimaced. “A few small electrical pulses? To her brain? That doesn’t sound safe.”Ghost laughed a long, hearty sound. “You’re so eager because you didn’t grow up getting your ass zapped by him. I don’t like having my head fucked with. There’s e
“I’m beginning to remember things. Flashes of memory have been coming back, and I’m beginning to think–” He shook his head and laughed bitterly. “No, I don’t think. I know our memories were tampered with too, and I don’t think your mother alone is responsible. I think it’s a team of people.”I pause
AnastasiaThe following day I made my first grave mistake.I’d been searching through Fallon’s closet in a last-ditch attempt to find the phone I witnessed being slipped to her over Christmas. She and the guard had both been lying low for the time being, but I knew it wouldn’t last. They were waitin
Werewolf celebrities were praised and adored for their luxurious abilities–always something visually stunning and not at all barbaric or animalistic. There was a note of reluctance. “Some of them, but not all.”“Ah, I see.”Kiara’s frown mirrored my own. “There are a lot of humans and wolves that h
Caius and the guys tensed while Fallon’s jaw dropped. She stepped forward, her slippers shuffling against the carpet. I noticed she kept her distance from the envoy, even flashing her a brittle glance before beaming at the guys. “I’m invited too? There’s going to be boys there. Other Alpha’s sons. F
AnastasiaThe human envoy arrived two days before the Summit.My wolf scrutinized the woman, ears erect and head tipped, as she entered our home. Her makeup was light and elegant, and her lips had a natural curve to them that made her face seem warm and her energy approachable. Her pantsuit looked t
Evangeline’s father remained quiet during some. On others he provided flimsy answers that could’ve been found on the back of a magazine. He brushed each one off with the same disinterest I saw on his daughters face.A face my wife adored, which was why I couldn’t torture the prick. Not yet.Anastasi
Knight rapped his knuckles on the table, and for goddess knows what reason, tossed his full drink over his shoulder, glass and all. None of us flinched as it shattered with a loud crash.“You’d be surprised what I can do, and no I can’t feel shit. That just means I’ll keep coming.”She inspected her
I followed Knight to the bar.After downing some honeyed whiskey that left me a few degrees warmer inside, I wound up shoulder to shoulder with Knight eying one of the more unique statues on the pedestals.It was an amalgamation of spun glass twisted to look like a nest of icicles. The fragile piece
Several people continued to play.It was one of those people—a man, actually—that shouted at Caius and I as we passed.“Ah! You two! Fuck, what are your names again? Annie and Caucus!” He snapped his fingers several times. “No, that’s not it. Who names a kid Caucus? Caius! Annie and Caius!”I paused







