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
Sweet Katia, one-half of the Moon Goddess, watches over all her wolves, but none more closely than me. Most wolves are fortunate. They bond seamlessly with their human halves, sharing thoughts, instincts, and purpose. Together, they thrive within their packs, honored and cherished, whether as powerf
Hyperion had sat in his son-in-law's chair behind the desk while Cronos and Crius sat on the sofa against the wall across from the desk. Bib motioned to the loveseat beside the couch, "Have a seat, please. Do the two of you need anything to eat or drink? I know you have had a long journey."Both s
author povThey have been resting and sleeping for almost four weeks. The warriors and protectors have kept themselves busy keeping the pack safe and building up the pack lands. A lot has been accomplished since the wolves and other supernaturals are out of danger and regaining their strength. The n
From the very beginning, I have watched over them—the ones destined for something greater. I remember when they were scattered, oblivious to one another, unaware of the higher purpose that bound them. Time has a way of weaving destinies together, and now, as I gaze upon my granddaughters, I see the







