LOGINI grew up in the pack, and I’ve never stepped out of our town, so seeing the city for the first time feels refreshing and intimidating in equal measure. The city is not a far cry from the town. They’re actually pretty similar, like the pack is a mini version of the city, only louder, busier, and mor
PART FOUR“Why do you always wear black?”“Isn’t black too much of a stretch?” Rome smirks as he answers my question with one of his. We’re lying down on my bed, facing each other. He’s in a casual crewneck long-sleeve black t-shirt, and my fingers trace his pecs through the shirt as we talk about n
Wouldn’t it have been better if I had told her that he spoke to me and said he would come back in two years?Wouldn’t it have been better if I had told her that the guys found out about her sleepwalking? That I had no way to control it, but it happened?Wouldn’t it have spared her the heartbreak, th
Remy and I reappear out of the shadows in the foyer of a large house, not a second after we left King’s place.I know I should be thinking about the fact that I just umbraported, something I shouldn’t be able to do, something I don’t think even Remy can do, or maybe she can.I know I should go looki
What if I did sneak out?“This is so messed up, you know?” My dad sighs, and for a moment, I feel bad. What right do I have to be mad at him for telling them? It’s not like I outright came out and told him not to tell anyone. I just thought we had an unspoken agreement not to, and he knew I wasn’t c
BetrayalShameFearThese emotions are warring inside me as I lie here, each one fighting for dominance, each one savagely scratching its way to the surface and dripping down my face as tears.How could they?How could he?!I must have fallen asleep at King’s place after the movie. Ever since I star
“River?” he grabs the loofah and starts washing me. “Say something.”“Um, you have a nice dick?” he laughs, like a full belly laugh.“Okay, thank you, now, let’s move past that, yeah?” he laughs.“Fine, move past that onto what?” I ask, knowing I have to talk to him about what happened, but at the s
ROMULUSPeople tell their kids ghost stories, to scare them into doing stuff and keep them away from dangerous situations and all. It usually works too. Whoever invented that did pretty good. But that’s for humans. Gods don’t have ghost stories, we have true stories. Tried and tested, scientifically
‘Oh no, Little River, keep them open.” He takes his hand away and uses it to put my legs on the outside of his thigh, so that as long as his legs are spread, so are mine.“Now I need you to try to be really quiet, baby. Can you do that?”“Mmhmm,” I hum. No promises, though.“That’s a good girl.” His
Try as I might, he just won’t move. Rome isn’t much of a heavy sleeper, so even though his eyes are closed and his breath is even, I know he is well aware of what’s going on.“It’s all fun and games right now, until I pee on myself.”“Who said anything about fun and games?”You know, I never underst







