“No worries, I wouldn’t dream of making the same mistake twice.” Jeremy, who clearly hadn’t become any more intelligent the four years I’d been gone, took a step closer. “You’re saying murdering my father was a mistake?” He asked in a pinched voice. Oh, he wasn’t going to like this one bit, but I
Thankfully, Delphine was in the shower because I had no doubt she’d throw a fit. I could feel both of their eyes on my back, but it was Nox’s I noticed the most. His burned, scraping along the mess of scars that ran from my shoulders, all the way down to my hips. Thanks a lot, Phineas. Turning a
Nox’s father, the previous Alpha of this pack, waited for us inside his office on the top floor of City Hall. The retired Alpha Oliver, who had once been like a second father to me, was also the man who had sentenced me to my fate. He’d done so knowing the horror’s the servants of the Lycan Camp fa
To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer h
Hakeem visibly stiffened, and while I was overjoyed that I managed to coax an actual reaction from him, I needed to keep my game face on. He and Oliver weren’t the only ones surprised, though. The entire table was gawking at me. Nox included, though his look of surprise had a harsh edge to it that I
This couldn’t be real. In no reality would Oliver ever do me any favors. Either he was out of his mind, or I’d been knocked out and thrown into some other world. Besides, there was something that didn’t quite add up. “Is he not at my old house?” I asked him. He and my mother had bought their house
Technically, it wasn’t a lie. As I anticipated, Hakeem caught the keys with ease and started the engine by pressing a button on the remote. It took some serious effort not to gawk. When the hell did cars get that feature? I slid into the seat, my stomach doing backflips. I’d put off seeing my fath
Gravel crunched beneath the weight of the tires as we pulled onto an unpaved road. There was no sign indicating this was even a viable route, but the GPS on the car’s screen seemed adamant we turn down it. A vast expanse of silence formed between Hakeem and I. Given his naturally quiet and observan