Something thuds. I’m starting to turn when I smell it—ink and some purple flower I can never remember the name of.Shit. My time is up.I scrape bubbles toward my chest a heartbeat before the bathroom door slams open with a thud that instantly explains the first noise I heard. Graceful as a herd of
FinnMy paws thud over dirt. Wind tousles my fur. Here, in my wolf form, I can almost hide from all the thoughts whirling through my head and lose myself in the simple, animal pleasures.Those simple, animal pleasures being exactly what fucked me in the first place.Still, my body hums with energy.
The lie twists like a knife in my chest. All my life, the three of us—four of us, truly, because Vedran’s contributions cannot be understated—have been a bulwark against the world. The continuation of the family name, the legacy, has been our heart. Mother destabilized the balance. Father’s unpredic
XanderI pry open the shutters on my room with my fingernails, wood splintering. My neck burns, as it has since I left Finn standing in the tent.Why did it have to be Finn? Why couldn’t it be some boy from this tiny waystation I would never see again, or some lesser noble I could intimidate into si
I put my hand on my cock over the blanket and close my eyes. He can’t see its swift reaction, how much I want to pull him back onto this shitty mattress for another round—one I can actually remember. And I cannot see his reaction to that.Disconnected images swirl through my mind. His hand wrapped a
FinnMorning comes faster than I expect. Last night, it was… I don’t have the words to describe it. I thought it would last forever, away from sunlight and anybody else’s opinions. A hangover clusters at my temples, informing me the Haze’s effects only chase those off if you spend it alone. Memories