LOGINAnd every single person was walking.Everyone. The men from my truck, from all the trucks, and beyond them more, spilling out of side streets and doorways, hundreds, then more than I could count, every one of them moving the same way at the same slow even pace toward the blue light, and not one of t
SofiaThe thing nobody tells you about stowing away in the back of a wolf's supply truck is that wolves do not believe in shock absorbers.I'd been folded between a crate that smelled like gun oil and a stack of canvas duffels for going on four hours, knees up under my chin, one hand knotted around
AvaI came back into my own body the way you come up from under cold water. All at once, lungs grabbing, except the water was me, and I'd been drowning in myself longer than I knew.For a second there was no up. Too much arrived at once. After the white nothing of the place with Catherine, the world
"Alexander."My name, in the low voice, gone thin at the edges now. A command. Come. Hold the vessel. Put your hands on it and hold it still.The wall in my chest told my feet to move. A year of habit told them to move. I took one step up toward the seat. My body did it the way my body did everythin
AlexanderI had spent my whole life learning to read the exact moment a thing breaks, and the goddess wearing my bride was beginning to break, and I could not turn my head to look at her.That was the cruelty of the wall she'd built in me. It let me see everything and touch nothing. I stood where sh
"Ava." I said it out loud, to a concrete wall, and it came apart in my mouth. "I've got you. I'm here. I've got you, baby. I've got you."She couldn't hear the words. She never could. But she could feel a hand close around her in the dark, the way I'd once felt hers close around me from a hundred mi
Hilda"Why do you have pictures on your arm?"We were in the garden, Ava picking wildflowers while I watched from under an oak tree. Shade felt good after a week of brutal heat.I glanced down at my tattoos. "Because they look good.""Oh." Ava thought about this for a second. "Can I have some?""Whe
"Call her whatever you want," I cut in. "I'm sure she won't mind.""Okay."I stood up, stretching my stiff muscles. "Let's look for blankets or clothes. It's going to get cold in here."While Ava searched through the cabin's storage chests, I gathered the wood she'd found earlier and arranged it in
Each word cut deeper than the last."Your own mate, Damon." Robin took a step closer, the scent of his anger sharp in the air. "She arrived at my gates barely recovered from childbirth, wounded from the journey, half-dead with grief over the child you'd ripped from her arms. What could she have poss
HildaThe sun had barely risen when we reached Wood Pack territory. Mark the scout leader and his team moved efficiently, having treated Evelyn with herbs and a painkiller strong enough to keep her stable through the night. By dawn, they'd fashioned a stretcher from branches and blankets, and we set







