LOGINDemon pretends he doesn’t notice the moment shift. This is a lie. He notices everything. He just chooses when to acknowledge it based on how entertaining the fallout might be. Right now, he’s leaning against a tree like a decorative menace, arms crossed, expression bored in the theatrical way that
The mate bond hits like a migraine wrapped in arrogance. I’m halfway through chewing a piece of dried fruit, of questionable origin, courtesy of Demon, when the pressure blooms behind my eyes, sharp and familiar and utterly unwelcome. You will listen to me. I choke, coughing as Raph immediately s
The forest goes quiet in a way that has nothing to do with peace. It’s the kind of quiet that presses against your ears, that makes even breathing feel loud. The birds don’t scatter, they vanish. The wind doesn’t stop; it waits. The land itself draws a line and holds it. That’s when I know he’s he
My fingers curl at my sides. “Who told you?” “No one,” he replies. “I followed the noise.” Nathan blinks. “The noise.” “Yes. Relics don’t like being bored. Especially not ones with opinions.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “That bident is not meant to be used. Especially by the one seeking it no
Nathan argues like a man who believes logic is a shield. I love him for it. I also know better. We’re halfway down the hall when he finally stops pretending this conversation is casual and turns fully toward me, boots planting with that familiar Alpha finality, like the ground itself has agreed to
Not just because she lacks patience but because waiting implies restraint. And restraint, when you already know the truth, feels suspiciously like lying. She stands at the edge of the terrace, moonlight pooling at her feet, hands clasped behind her back like she’s holding herself still by force. Th
Walking out to the group, Talon and Amara started crying and muttering something in another language. Nathan supposed it was the language of their clan. Mark had done some research and told him it was an old language called Tsimshianic. A tall woman with dark black hair and eyes the color of gold pu
“Who knows, maybe one day, I will write my own book or movie.” Katia chuckled.Cronos was sure that would never happen, but he continued to let her have her fantasy. He continued looking at the different titles and noticed there was one subject missing. Turning to look at his niece, he inquired, “No
author povThe Moon Touched and Snow Moon pack's ranking wolves spend every moment that they are not dealing with pack business, helping Katia’s family try to figure out where, on Mount Olympus, Uranus is concealing the island he is keeping her on. Nathan didn’t understand how things worked in that
“We cannot weaken him so he is not able to defend himself, but we can make it so certain things do not work anymore.” Coral laughs at that comment. “Serves him right if you ask me.”“This is the best we can do, Katia. It is up to you, Alpha Luna.” Mark looks back toward her as she nods her head affi







