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“Lorien… it’s beautiful,” I whispered, turning to face him.He was watching me, his crimson eyes glowing softly in the dappled sunlight. His long red hair tumbled over his shoulders in loose, tousled waves, and there was something almost shy about the way he smiled at me—a quiet, vulnerable kind of
Lysaa's POV A little while later, after we dropped the kids off with Kamrynn (and made sure she knew where we kept the fire extinguishers), Lorien led me outside to the open field behind our home.“Are we walking somewhere?” I asked, curious.“Not exactly,” he said, flashing me a grin.Before I cou
There was so much glitter.“Princess Violet, do you take this humble knight to be your devoted protector?” Eina’s voice was sweet and melodic as she twirled a plastic tiara between her tiny claws. She and Violet had set up a tea party in the middle of the living room—a tea party that had apparently
Lysaa's POV No one tells you how hard it is to raise dragon hybrids.Not that there’s a manual for it, anyway. But even if there were, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have covered what it felt like to lay five eggs, the agonizing weeks of incubation, and the terrifying wait to see if they’d all hatch s
“What the hell, dude?” he asked, squinting at her like she had just betrayed him. “We had a deal.”Arabella, blissfully unaware of the high treason she had just committed, let out a delighted squeal and reached for his face, grabbing at his nose with her chubby fingers.I couldn’t hold it in any lon
Kamrynn's POV Seven months had passed since the mating and Luna ceremonies, and life in the Obsidian Pack had transformed in ways I could hardly have imagined. What once had been a struggling, cursed pack with a heavy heart and dark future was now thriving in every possible way.Under Calvin’s lead
But the worst was when I found a dead rat in my gruel. Its small, stiff body lay in the bowl, its eyes open and unseeing, fur matted with decay. The sight was enough to make me heave on the spot. I spent what felt like hours retching in the corner of my cell, my stomach clenching painfully even when
Kamrynn's POV “I’m so sorry,” I say quickly, my own voice barely a whisper, guilt swelling inside me for having touched such a raw nerve. “I didn’t mean to—”“It’s alright,” Rmonica interrupts gently, though her voice trembles. “You couldn’t have known.” She takes a deep breath, as if trying to ste
Kamrynn's POVThe word hits me like a blow to the chest, stealing the breath from my lungs. A rogue. They think I’m a rogue. It shouldn’t surprise me, not after I cut all ties with the Obsidian Pack, but hearing it said aloud feels like a final blow. Rogues are infamous for a reason—lone wolves cast
***By the time we arrive at the Blue Bell Pack, the sun has set, and the air is cold. The warriors lead me to a dark stone building at the edge of the Pack’s territory. It’s a prison. My stomach twists as they shove me inside, my bare feet scraping against the cold stone floor.“Get in there,” the







