ANMELDENAvaThe first thing I heard was a low, tired voice, reading words I couldn't quite catch yet. My body felt heavy under the sheets, pinning me to the bed. I could hear the steady rasp of my own breathing. My open eyes blinked dryly in the dim light.I opened my eyes wider. A small, pale room with a c
AvaDad let go of the shackle and sat back, his face relaxing from the concentration. He was quiet for a long moment. Then his eyes met mine."Baby," he said gently, "do you want to know what happened?"Something in his tone made my chest tighten. I had a feeling that this was a truth I wasn't ready
AvaHe stepped out of the blackness, edging closer, until I could finally see him. Unbelievable. He was so young, the age he was when...when he died. His warm brown eyes, both of them, looked at me with a fond smile.I stared, my mouth hanging open, unable to make a sound. My dad. Standing in front
LeviI settled into the chair by her bed and took her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb over the back of it. "Hey, Ava. It's Levi," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just talked to Sofia. We had some things to say to each other."I sat there, rubbing her hand, trying to find the words Maya and
LeviI sat with my father in his room, a week after Hilda's funeral. Some families had already packed up and left the pack after becoming human. Others had stayed, unsure of where else to go.My father wheezed beside me, the hiss of his oxygen tank an ever-present sound now. He was thinner, frail, h
MayaI zipped Sofia's dress as best I could with my good hand. The collar was tricky. I fiddled clumsily with the small metal fastening. "There, perfect," I said, releasing the dress and stepping back.Sofia blinked hard at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. The dr
Hey everyone,I wanted to take a moment to apologize for the slower chapter releases lately. I'm currently away from home with very limited power access, which means I'm working exclusively on battery life - and my laptop isn't exactly winning any longevity awards these days!I've been trying to mak
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







