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
Ava.I woke up the next morning to Maya’s face about a foot away from my own, her lips pursed and her phone hovering directly above me like a satellite of judgment.“Did you sleep, or did you just disassociate for six hours?” she said.I blinked hard. The light in the room was merciless. “Is that co
AvaA crew member in a white polo and pressed shorts appeared from the galley, balancing a silver tray with two sweating glasses and a dish of finger sandwiches. “Compliments of the house,” he said, setting everything on the low marble table with a bow that was just shy of parody.Maya raised an eye
AvaMaya went into triage mode before the yacht even started moving. She pulled me aside, hands flying over my arms, my face, my ribs, checking for injuries like she expected to find bullet wounds. “Are you concussed?” she demanded, peering into my eyes. “Did he drug you? Squeeze my hand. Say the al
MayaThe psych department called it a “mixer,” but let’s be honest: any event that involved a five-gallon bucket of sherbet punch and professors lurking around the snack table was just a science experiment in undergrad humiliation. Still, I came dressed for the part—red dress, combat boots, hair up







