Mag-log inBriSlade sat at the dining table already, his posture relaxed. A small velvet box was on the table next to his empty plate. Dinner was waiting in covered dishes across the table as instructed; I didn’t want this meeting to be interrupted. “Priest Slade,” I nodded to him as I passed, taking my own seat. Andrew hovered by the door, and I felt a zap of energy. Sadie blinked, glanced at me in surprise. I just gave her a soft shake of my head, not to mention it. Everyone sat and the room became immediately awkward. My jaw ticked. Might as well address the elephant in the room. I reached for the nearest covered tray.“Lets get our plates filled and Priest Slade can inform us of his decision while we eat. I was trying to take some of the pressure off. Everyone moved to do something with themselves and fill their plates except for Slade. Our eyes met across the table.“I agree, with conditions.” He said as I set the bowl of jambalaya before me and gave him my attention as did the others.“I
BriI had let Sadie sit on the sidelines today, let her observe what her Luna did as High Priestess. The two eastern covens had argued over the fact that one wanted to purge and bind their young male witches, and the other opposed it. I found the idea insane. However, there were covens that favored sexes. I let them argue with each other before I cleared my throat.Priestess Jillian, the one wanting to purge her males, was fuming.“So you want to procreate with males because you cannot otherwise acquire growth, but you want to reject the children born that do not suit your interests?” She was playing with the wrong person here. I had been a castaway baby. She may not have done her research; that was her fault. The room became hushed. “These young men have presided in your coven for all these years, presumably nurtured by your teachings, and you want to dispel them? It makes me wonder what kind of life they have lived under your control. Feminism has its place in our world; however, if
SladeSecrets. She undoubtedly had many. Was it a risk I was willing to take? I took another bite as everyone watched me, but Brianna dug into her grits before taking a swig of coffee and peered at me from over the mug. The two men of her inner court sat back and turned their attention to her, their brows furrowed. The look she gave them said ‘don’t question me.’So, only Brianna knew what she was going for this morning. Neither her advisor, nor her ambassadors, had a clue what she was planning on doing. The human girl bit her lip. She knew.Brianna set her cup down and took another bite as she found her food more interesting than my long hesitation. I mulled it over, what would I gain spreading the High Priestess' secrets? Probably death. Better I not tell, or I tell, and she rips me limb from limb, or her enemies would kill me anyway.“I agree,” was all I said, going back to my food. That's when a presence took over me. It was inky and bright all at once, as it filtered past every w
Slade I arrived in New Orleans late last night, alone. I didn’t want any more grievances from the High Priestess. Our last meeting hadn’t gone so well, and I had been humbled by her crude description of my lack of respect. I wasn’t sure what I would gain, if anything, today; why she had bothered to call me here on such short notice, or even why she had chosen to entertain my presence again? I had been stupid to bring my assistant with me, especially since I had been fucking her at the time. I had been on a mission to gain an alliance marriage. I had been a complete idiot. She had wiped the floor with me, and though my ego was wounded, she gained my utmost respect. I was young for my position, and thought since we had a similar vision she would see me as an opportunity. No doubt, men several years her senior were also seeking her out. That was just gross. Since then, Amy had been repositioned far away from my temptation, and here I was about to walk into another breakfast with the wo
ZoeyI woke up to the sound of my alarm, and Bri and Sadie groaned, pulling the covers over their heads. I chuckled to myself as I slipped on my clothes, thankful neither had gone furry in the night. I went down to the scullery to make two coffees and a tea, and set them on the table as I watched each of their eyes open and peer at me from over the covers.“Time to get up, ladies!” I announced, and they tossed back the down comforter and groggily moved to the table. Bri had worn a t-shirt and boy shorts to bed, and Sadie wore leggings and a tank top. They each sat and took their respective drinks before they said a word.“Do I want to know what today’s lineup is?” Bri asked irritably.“Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway.”“Breakfast with the Priest of the West Coast.” Bri leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling.“Please tell me he didn’t bring his fuck toy again?”“He came alone.”“Thank fuck.” Bri answered, before taking a long sip.“You have grievances with three
BriSadie was taking everything very well. I eyed her. I had said it was time for my pack to stop letting themselves be pushed around, and I meant it.“Ya know, I made that pathetic excuse of a man piss himself twice?”“Who?”“Your sperm donor.”The girl's eyes widened. I shrugged.“His time on this earth is limited. When you are ready to tell me, I want to know everything he did to you. I was fortunate not to know all the details of my abuse; my magic and my mind protected me. A little girl gave me her memories to get through the worst moments of my life.” I said before standing and walked to the balcony where Zoe had placed the potted magnolia. I opened the doors wide, letting the breeze in, and lifted the potted plant up. If I wanted the girl to open up to me, I might as well do the same. I came back to set the plant in its decorative vase on the table.“The truth is, Sadie, I admire you; you're very brave for one so young. My own mother abandoned me in the trash after I was born.
BeauFur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than
WyattHer eyes bore an apology. One moment, her mouth moved, I’m sorry, and the next thing I knew, the water was closing over her head. My greatest fear had been realized before my eyes. I barely registered the yips of the boys and Beau’s mournful wail cutting through the night. He alone had been h
WyattHer eyes bore an apology. One moment, her mouth moved, I’m sorry, and the next thing I knew, the water was closing over her head. My greatest fear had been realized before my eyes. I barely registered the yips of the boys and Beau’s mournful wail cutting through the night. He alone had been h
BriWe made our way at dusk in the boat into the swampy depths of the Bayou. My skin itched for the shift. Beau rubbed his hands up and down my arms, attempting to quell the sensations. Claude, I noticed, was dealing with a similar affliction. He shook his head every once and a while, trying to eas







