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
"We're here on family business," Catherine told him."Nothing serious, I hope?""Just retrieving some research. How's your paper coming along?"They started talking about journals and peer reviews and other academic crap. I stood there feeling out of place while Catherine acted like she belonged her
RobinAuthor's Note: All errors in the previous chapter have been fixed. Sorry for the inconvenience.I stood before the wall of monitors in my office, arms crossed, watching the largest screen. The security feed showed Damon circling Hilda in the holding cell. Her hands were cuffed, but she stood s
ColeThings were finally going to shit.I stared at the wall of the infirmary, not really seeing it. My mind kept replaying yesterday—Damon getting his eye ripped out, Hilda, one of my men dying. We'd left Moon Pack to get one little girl and came back minus an Alpha's eye and most of his dignity.D
"I'm sorry," I said again, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, Evelyn—I didn't—""Shut up." Her voice was soft but sharp. "You're pathetic. Why are you begging if you don't even know what you're apologizing for? Why are you really here?"She shook her head, something close to disgust crossi







