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
Amalie I don’t wait. Easton will be back at any moment, perhaps hoping to find a corpse hanging from the chains. He’ll scent Jericho and my blood, and there’s no way I can explain any of this to him. I ignore the whooping and hollering warriors as I mindlessly make my way through the pack house.
“Jericho!” Brent says angrily. I sigh and lean back in my chair, sipping on the hot coffee. “Yes. Fuck.” “You are distracted,” Tor accuses me. “I’m fine.” I lean forward and rest my arms on the table. “We made a pact. Relax.” “So you’re still willing to risk Amalie’s life?” Brent asks. “Yes,” I
A tear slips out and rolls down her cheek. Oh, Goddess, I hope it’s not Magnolia. Brent returns with a healer who is carrying a bag with her. My Beta hands me a pair of shorts that look way too small. I gently lay Amalie down and step away so the healer can examine her while I dress. I squeeze in
Gayle booked a whole team of stylists to do me up for the wedding tonight, but for now, for this one last time, my sister gets to do it. ** “Are you ready, Nugget?” my dad asks. His left leg is lame and his right arm doesn’t work anymore, but he stands tall and proud next to me. I haven't seen hi







