LOGINDear Readers,I would like to take this moment to thank those of you who stuck around to follow along on this adventure.I had the most fun with you guys and exploring this story with you by my side was an amazing experience. Please know that I always try to read every comment, and even if I don't a
JerichoI look at Amalie where she sits on the windowsill, watching the flurries of snow drifting past the window. It’s a quiet, peaceful winter. We’re snowed in, and we will be for the foreseeable future. I welcome the reprieve, but Amalie’s going a little stir crazy.It’s time to tell her about o
AmalieMaggie’s wedding is beautiful. She is radiant in her blue and silver gown. She decided to forego the traditional white and gold gown, claiming that she had no right to wear it, but the blue suits her perfectly.In the absence of our father, Jericho walks her down the aisle. A knot forms in my
“She’s in heat. She’s ready.”If only life was as simple as our wolves wanted it to be. “Her body is. Her mind isn’t. She trusts us. If we don’t keep our word, she’ll stop trusting us. Is that what you want?”He goes quiet, but flee to the back of our consciousness where he can sulk in peace. The s
JerichoA nesting she-wolf doesn’t want to stray far from her nest. In the old days, long before we understood fated mates and lived like savages, a she-wolf’s heating cycle was one of her most vulnerable times. She’d built a nest for herself and her partner, a place where they’d be safe from other
JerichoThe last three months passed in a blissful haze of peace and quiet, although it made a massive dent in my finances. It doesn’t matter. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that you can always find ways to make more money, but finding peace - that is much harder to come by t
JerichoI take my usual seat on the balcony, my feet up on one of the other chairs while I sip on my whiskey.“Amalie needs us,” Zephyr whispers in my head. “He’s back.”I know. I felt Easton’s return several hours ago, but Amalie was all right, relaxed and happy. She isn’t anymore. She’s tense, ner
JerichoI cast my eyes to the heavens and look at the swollen moon that peaks in through the open windows. “One night of peace,” I pray in my head. “Is that too much to ask?”It might actually be. I’ve had several years of very boring peace. I’ve grown so comfortable with boring nothingness day in a
AmalieI’ve only been in Jericho’s pack house once, and I can barely remember it. I love the the tranquil quiet of Jericho’s place. The old kitchen table reminds me so much of the one back home, and I like that we aren’t constantly surrounded by other wolves giving me hateful looks.By the time we
Amalie“I can’t even look at you,” Easton snarls. He flips me around onto my stomach, pushes my nightdress up, and tears my panties away. The cold air licks my heated skin, and I explode with goosebumps.Easton notices and laughs. “Do you enjoy that? I know you do,” he growls and slaps my ass.I ba







