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
JerichoIt takes a lot for me to get drunk, but today, more than any other day, I feel the need to drink myself into oblivion. I sent Amalie straight into the jaws of the shark, while I’m sitting here, safe and sound in my pack house, as I slowly drink myself into a coma, wallowing in self-pity, whi
Amalie I barely listen to Easton while he goes off on me. It’s just more of the same bullshit and threats anyway. I’m too busy scanning the surrounding woods, looking for danger. Surely, by now, someone has stumbled across Tyler’s body. “Is that clear, Amalie?” The sound of my name yanks me bac
Jericho “Now you want to help?” Amalie asks. “Three days ago when I told you I don’t want to marry Easton, you sent me back to him.” Guilt eats my guts like a hungry caterpillar. Brent and Victor both stare at me, the accusation open in their eyes. They won’t challenge me on it in front of Amalie.
I shake my head and eye the half-empty bottle of whiskey. I’m not even buzzed yet. “Not completely. It will be an incomplete bond. I don't think I can love her, not the way she deserves....It’s not fair to her.”“You underestimate yourself,” Tor says, his tone a little milder, less accusatory. “Comp







