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
Sometimes, people and things can be scary; sometimes, people and things can haunt you,Who is haunting me?Who is watching me from the shadows?I can feel their eyes and their presence,I can feel someone.I don’t know who, or what, but I know there’s someone there.There’s someone there.Or, there’
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREEFear runs wild in my veins yet again.The worst thing is that I don’t know why.Collins starts to walk away ahead of me, but I rush over and grab onto the back of his shirt. The move makes him pause and glance over his shoulder at me. He doesn’t say anything, of course, but the
“Death, it smelt like death.”The word settles with a click once it’s out of my mouth, like a piece of a puzzle falling into place. I feel it, how right it is. The weight of it, though, is another issue, because when I take in the faces surrounding me, I realize how absurd that sounds.Death?Does d
“No, it isn’t. The mistress of the brothel, after what happened, saw me ready to take customers. After all, I’d serviced four men at once.”“What? But you were a child, that was illegal!” She bursts out laughing.“Illegal, huh?” she laughs some more before her laughter dies down, and she turns seri







