INICIAR SESIÓNTara 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
“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
“Hopefully I’m up to that task.” I grabbed his hand. “Shall we?” We made our way downstairs. The Pack House was buzzing with energy. Whispers trailed behind us like echoes from the future. “I heard he found his mate last night. That she’s from Blue Moon.” “Who could it be?” A hush fell over
“Can we skip to the part where someone does something scandalous and the world forgets all about me?” I muttered. “Not likely, you’re mated to a celebrity, dear.” My mother smiled, “you’ll have to learn to shake it off.” “Okay,” Mac said, setting his fork down like he was preparing to issue a ro
"The name was my idea.” She told me proudly. “Wait, my mom knew I was your mate?" She asked. I nodded affirmatively. "That means she confirmed it. So I have no reason to doubt.” She laughed softly, giving me a shy smile. “I want to do this now, to be honest. I want it more than anything, I want to e







