เข้าสู่ระบบTHEY TOOK MY TRACKER AND LEFT ME BEHIND, WHICH IS NOT how I thought it would go. Irene must know that the Northwest is going to notice that it’s no longer attached to my body, which could mean a handful of things.At best, she’s aware that something might be off and decided to be cautious. At worst, she knows exactly what our plan is and opted for using a less valuable bait, outfit it with my tracker, and let it be a casualty of the fight that will break out.It, because I don’t want to believe that Irene would sacrifice one of the Favored.The moment I’m fully awake, I yell into my gag. Writhe. Make a scene. One guard, a man with gray hair and a long beard, watches me for a few minutes. Then he sighs, comes closer, and frees my mouth. “What is it?”Where the fuck did they go? would be my conversation starter of choice, but I settle for “I have to go to the bathroom.” It’s not even a lie.He and the younger guard share a look. “Just . . . go.”“Where?”They seem confused.“You want
THIS TIME AROUND THERE ARE NO DRUGS INVOLVED, AND WHEN I find myself bound and gagged in front of Irene, I’m feeling grateful.Honestly? I set the bar too low. I need to start asking more of my abductors.And then there is a hideout about eight miles from there, Nele told me yesterday, pointing at a map. It’s inconvenient, because it’s so close to pack territory, the risk of being caught during patrols is high. But Irene never gave it up.Because of its proximity to her father’s home?She nodded. There were rumors that the previous huddle leader wanted to tear the house down, and Irene decided to keep an eye on it to make sure it was still standing. We don’t really have a burial place for Constantine, so it’s like a memorial. It inspires us.I looked at Zane. It would make sense for me to take a trip there, since I just found out about my family. Someone like Irene, who’s spent her entire life upholding Constantine’s legacy, wouldn’t find it weird.I took Zane’s gritted teeth as ass
“Clearly, you don’t. This is the best way to keep the pack safe.”“I’m not letting you— ”“That’s the thing, Zane. You don’t have to let me. I can do whatever I want. I could walk across the Human border right now, and you couldn’t stop me.”His jaw tenses. “I am the Alpha of this pack.”“You are. And everyone else in this room is going to follow your orders. But I won’t.”Suddenly, he seems larger. Angrier. He towers over me in a new, unfamiliar way, and hisses through clenched teeth, “You are under my command. If I say that I want you here, you’ll fucking stay here. Your plan would put you in danger and out of my protection, and that’s unacceptable.”“Zane.” I smile.He leans forward. I should be scared. I’m just not.“I love you,” I say simply.His eyes close. “You are mine. My mate. My— ”“More importantly, you love me. And that’s why you have no authority over me.” I reach up to caress his face with the back of my hand. Let my arm fall limp at my side, suddenly cold.When I tur
“Maybe I could help you,” she adds, tentative. “I could show you where some of our hideouts are. We could go together— ”“No,” Zane and I say in unison, forcefully. We share a glance, and he continues. “How old are you?”“Sixteen.”“Son of a bitch.” He briefly hangs his head. Massages the bridge of his nose. “You’re way too young to be caught in this. We don’t know if they are guarding their hideouts, or whether they will treat you as a threat. You’ve been through enough. Your involvement in this bullshit ends now.”Nele blushes, looking scandalized.Zane cocks his head. “Did you really just offer to escort me into a life- or- death situation, only to balk at the word ‘bullshit’?”The flush deepens. “The thing is, after what happened last week, there are . . . a little less than fifty Favored left. About half of them are Weres. And . . . my older sister, she’s currently with them."My stomach sinks.Zane sighs. “Could you write me a list of the members?”“I already have. It’s in my r
That besotted half smile, again. “That was a ‘we.’ ”“It wasn’t.” I steady myself. “Just a few days ago you listed several reasons why you had to choose the pack over me. What changed?”He roams the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Waits out the end of a particularly strong gust of breeze. “You told me that you loved me, Anna,” he says simply. His eyes are earnest, liquid. So profoundly good. “And while I’m willing to resign myself to an existence without the person I love, I refuse to condemn you to it.”I square my shoulders. Don’t cry. Don’t you fucking dare cry. “It was very good sex, and I— I made it up, Zane. In the heat of the moment.”His eyes are compassionate. “I read your letter.”“My . . . ?”“The one on your desk. With my name on it. It changes everything, Anna.”The letter I wrote for him to read after I died. I shut my eyes tight, trying to block the memories of what’s in it.I feel close to you. So much so, sometimes I wonder if fate really does exist.When you’re
THE FIRST THING AMANDA TELLS ME IN THE LATE AFTERNOON, when I emerge from Zane’s empty cabin, is a firm “Don’t.”“Hello to you, too.” I bend down to pet Twinkles, laughing at the enthusiastic wag of his tail.“Don’t . . . ?”“Dwell on the intrusive thought that everyone knows the nasty shit you and Zane have been doing to each other for the past few days.”I stop dead. “I wasn’t going to.” Until now.“Good. Keep it that way. Zane’s inner circle is very happy that Mommy and Daddy got it on.”I have so many questions about that, I decide to ask none. I take a resigned seat on the porch, enjoying the way Twinkles curls up against me, the breeze caressing my skin.I want more of this. I want to explore the cliffs and the shores as a wolf. I want to go for a run. My cells itch for it.“Are you . . .” Amanda eyes me, circumspect. “All intact? I know Heats can be, um, tempestuous situations. He didn’t . . . ?”“Mommy did not hurt Daddy. Or vice versa,” I say dryly. “What about you? How was
He sucks in an incredulous breath. Warmth crawls into my stomach, up my backbone. I pull off my shirt, and he follows me eagerly with his hands and his mouthHe nips at my collarbone, sucks at my nipples, nibbles at my breasts. With every touch I feel like we’re slowly being welded together—until h
I don’t see Lucien for the following three days.Or: I do see Lucien. Several times. Constantly, even. But it’s never Lucien, the guy who hung out with me on the roof and drew me baths and once pulled back my hair to stare at the tips of my ears and then mouthed pretty to himself. It’s always Luci
Father is blindfolded, I assume to save some moron from wandering in and getting themselves thralled within an inch of their life. The headphones they put on him must be noise canceling, but he knows exactly who’s in the room, from heartbeats and blood scent alone. His enforcers are gone, and so is
My stomach drops as I enter my room. The place was uninhabited, more than when I first moved in. My knickknacks, books, movies, and even some clothes have been put back inside boxes.I’m not welcome here anymore. I am being evicted.There’s probably a reason. Lucien wouldn’t just kick you out.But







