MasukHey 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
LeviI sat in the car, three-quarters of a mile down from the estate’s front gate, window cracked just enough to keep the inside glass from fogging.I could see the house from here, more or less. It was an old Southern Colonial, limestone washed white enough to stand out anytime.The fence was new,
But the stories always ended the same way: the white wolf either killed every hunter in a hundred-mile radius, or died breeding a new pack into the ground.I glanced at Thomas, at the places where Ava’s claws had split him. “You know what this means, don’t you.”He nodded, then shook his head. “You
AvaHe shrugged, genuinely puzzled by the suspicion. "I'm supposed to keep you safe, but I wasn't sure who you were. The others won't tell me anything. I asked, but they just said, 'Don't fuck with the client.'"I had a hundred questions, but none of them fit in my mouth."So," he called, "are you h
“I know.”He turned to face me, all the way this time. “You didn’t have to do this. I’d have been fine.”In my head, I punched him in the jaw. I could see his head snap sideways, the look of surprise, the slow-motion flop to the floor. In real life, he was still sitting there, watching me like I was







