LOGINAvaThe 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
LeviI'd known how this would end before it started.That was the thing about the bond. Not the mystical nonsense poets wrote about—the actual, physical reality of it. When Ava shifted at that compound, I'd felt it in my chest like a fist closing around my heart. Felt her grief hit my system like a
Levi The asshole still couldn't feed himself. I sat on that log watching Ava spoon more of that root mush into Falco's mouth, and every second of it made my skin crawl. We'd gotten the deer—took us three hours tracking it, another hour gutting and cleaning it, and now the meat was hanging from a
HildaThe corridors all looked the same. Gray concrete, fluorescent lights, doors that could lead anywhere or nowhere. I pulled Ava faster, her hand cold in mine, and tried to remember which direction we'd come from.My ribs ground against each other with every breath. The torn shoulder was still bl
Ava POVThe young wolf ripped the dagger free and Falco's blood came with it.I watched it happen. Watched the spray hit the concrete, watched Falco's hands come up too late to stop what was already done. He crashed forward, face-first into the floor, and the sound his body made when it landed was w







