LOGINTara I heard the sound before I saw anything: a low, broken whine that cut straight through my chest. Laurie stiffened beside my bed. Her eyes snapped to the open doorway. “They’re hurt,” she whispered. “Yes,” I said, breathing through the pain. “But they’re safe now.” The pit bull was carr
The words landed like a stone dropped into still water. I closed my eyes. “Are they all going to be okay?” I asked. “Yes,” Alexander said quickly. “The authorities asked if Moon Shadow could assist. Sanctuary space. Veterinary care. And the poor female looks like she could have her puppies at
Tara I discovered a rhythm to the pain somewhere between the third and fourth contraction, when the world narrowed down to my breathing and the steady pressure of Mac’s hands on my back. It wasn’t constant, the way I’d imagined. It was a wave, rising, cresting, receding, with each wave demanding r
“Did you sleep at all?” I asked her. She nodded once. “A little.” “That’s progress,” Cindy said kindly. “This place snores.” “Between Mac and Alexander, I’m surprised the windows don’t rattle at night!” I added, winking at Laurie. Laurie’s mouth twitched, almost a smile. I took a sip of te
My pregnancy seemed to fly by. Every morning I would roll out of bed, quite literally—“roll” was exactly what I did. By late summer, Cindy and I were both due any day. “I look like I swallowed a whole pumpkin,” I groaned one morning, as Cindy and I waddled towards the lake where Laurie was feeding
Tara Raised voices echoed from the hallway outside the theater. Security shifted uneasily. A ripple of motion spread through the crowd as heads turned toward the doors. “Oh,” Cindy said lightly. “That’ll be them.” The doors swung open. Mac and Alexander strode in like they were storming a bat
Mac The sun warmed my skin as I watched Tara play with the shelter dogs. They followed her around like she was the Alpha of their little pack, fetching balls and frisbees as she launched them across the grassy field. Flappers sat on a bench nearby, watching closely, always the guardian! His brown
Tara Mac’s castle came into view like something out of a dream, or maybe a very expensive gothic fantasy. Towering turrets. Dark stone walls laced with ivy. A freaking moat. Okay, not a moat exactly, but there was a glittering lake that wrapped around part of the estate like it was posing for a f
He laughed. “Actually… conflict resolution.” I raised a brow. He gestured toward two of my pack mates, who were arguing across the field, gesticulating wildly. They looked like a gas can dancing with a pack of matches. “Handle it. Like a Luna would handle it.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “You
“Bring it,” I said, and the warrior shrugged, smirking at his two buddies. “If you insist,” he said smugly. I saw members of my training group starting a betting pool. Jason winked at me, giving me a thumbs up. I stepped into the center ring, feeling the heat of the sun on my back, the weight of







