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
author povCrael sat on a tree stump watching the wolves train. He didn't understand the fascination some of the gods had with these creatures living in the earth's realm. As far as he good tell they had some intelligence but did not put it to good use. They would rather live primitively than work o
author povSelene and Katia sat speaking quietly in a corner of the cave. The two girls were facing one another, their faces identical in every way. The hair would have been the only difference between them when they were small. Now Katia's body still held the scars of her journey through this and m
Cronos sneered at Uranus, "I hope you are happy. Look what you have done to your granddaughter. She wants to live in the underworld with the prince of darkness."Uranus smirked, "He would take better care of her than this wolf did."Turning and facing Zeus along with Crius they shimmered into the ca







