LOGINHey everyone,I know it’s been a while, and I’ve seen your messages and comments asking about the story. I just want to say I truly appreciate your patience.I had to step away for a bit to handle something very personal, but please know I haven’t forgotten about this book, not for a second. We’re s
"And do you know what's going to happen to them all if you do nothing?"I knew."They'll all die." Catherine's voice was flat. "They'll die without knowing what hit them. Right now, your mother possibly doesn't even know what she's doing. Neither does the vast amount of wolves Selene is calling. The
AvaI was staring at Catherine like she'd just said something so outrageous I needed her to repeat it just to make sure I'd heard correctly.But I had heard it.She'd told me I would have to consume the baby in her arms.What was that even supposed to mean?"I don't..." I stuttered. "I don't underst
She looked away, staring at something I couldn't see. "I wanted to handle it myself. Hell, I didn't want to handle it at all. All I wanted was to die. But Selene had other plans. She set me up for round two. Except it wasn't even a proper resurrection. Just dumped me here to rot. I can barely do any
It reminded me of something peaceful.Just... peaceful.Like all the chaos and fear and confusion of the last however long just didn't matter when I looked at those shifting brown eyes.I looked back at Grandma. "What do you mean?"She paced. Three steps away. Three steps back. Her movements tight a
AvaI was running. The baby in my arms. My feet pounding against something that might have been floor but wasn't anymore.Then I was falling.Not down exactly. Through. The white space opening up beneath me like a mouth. My momentum carrying me forward even as the ground disappeared. The baby slippi
“It’s okay,” he said, and there was nothing patronizing in it. Just a steady, rhythmic reassurance. “You’re okay.”I wanted to tell him I wasn’t, but hearing him say it actually helped. I let myself breathe, felt the air go in and out, slow and deep.After a while, the tears started to slow, and the
“That’s not even the best part,” I said. “You’ve got the wrong idea about who’s in charge.”He jerked his chin toward the dark. “It’s a little late for tough talk, sweetheart.”I could smell his fear now, sharp and sweet underneath the cheap aftershave and the polyester. But there was something else
“I just—” I shook my head, because the words wouldn’t arrange themselves. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”She watched me, eyes bright, mouth twisted in a half-smile that made her look meaner than usual. “Is it the sex?” she asked, voice loud enough to echo off the cinderblocks. “Is he th
AvaI didn’t answer right away. The question sat between us, too honest and too obvious, and for a moment all I could do was dig my nails into the edge of the bench and stare at a patch of moss growing between two stones.Falco didn’t press. He just waited, looking sideways at me with a kind of gent







