Mag-log inThere’s no hiding it now. I think I’m about to see just how far I can push Alexander’s understanding.“I was there,” I nearly whisper.“You were where?” Alexander asks a little more forcefully. I can feel my wolf within wanting to submit as his tone shifts.“Outside Tomson Murray’s home.”Alexander
EvelynAfter sending Emma back in and wishing her luck in her next game of Spackle against my mom, I walk slowly to Alexander’s room. Our room.I don’t yet know how I feel about him offering for me to move back into my old room if I want to. I mean, I know I appreciate the offer. It makes me feel li
EvelynOnce Alexander and I are sure that I can walk on my own, I go down the hall to see my mom. I knock quietly on her door, and Emma opens it for me.My friend rests her fist on her hip and cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell me your mom is a pro at Spackle.”Surprised, I look into the room to whe
EvelynThe second Mom sees me, her knees buckle.Alexander catches her, and I lunge for her, folding her into my arms. She sobs into my shoulder, grasping my shirt like a lifeline.“You’re here,” I say, realizing I’m crying, too. “You’re here, you’re here.”I look up over Mom’s shoulder as she finds
EvelynI’m sobbing on the bathroom floor when Alexander enters our bedroom. I hear the door squeak open then click quietly shut. I don’t try to quiet my crying.Alexander appears in the doorway to the bathroom. He slowly approaches, sitting across from me on the floor.“I did it again, didn’t I?” he
Evelyn“Spackle!” David yells, laying down his winning hand.I toss my cards down on the table in mock frustration as he laughs.“Three games in a row,” he teases. “I hope you weren’t looking for someone to coddle you and let you win while you’re recovering.”I reach for his cards, gathering the dec
I approach it cautiously, wading into its essence, like a thick mud of energy, tangled up inside me.Then I feel him. Alexander.It’s our mate bond. The one that only forms once the mates bed each other. Which is why I never had this with Lucas.I lean into the bond a bit, wondering if whatever the
AlexanderI tell Dr. Zorinski that I want updates if there are any complications or worsening of Marcel or Freddie’s injuries, then I take off, storming through the palace to find Evelyn and confront her about her run in with the new head of the werewolf rebels. After all, she’s a werewolf herself.
EvelynOnce we make it outside the palace walls, Lucas divides us up into four groups and instructs everyone to meet at the pre-determined meeting place. There’s about ten rebels, nine prisoners, and me.The four groups are all different numbers of werewolves, likely to avoid drawing suspicion. The
Alexander“No,” I answer plainly. “And sit the fuck down.”Marcel stands in front of me, trying to hide his wincing every time he breathes. He sits down carefully in the chair across from me in my study. I can only imagine how many bandages are tied around his abdomen underneath his fresh set of clo







