LOGINFor a moment they stared at each other, Poppy trying not to show fear. She learned that long ago, never let them see the fear, even if it shook you to your core. Fear was a weakness that could be exploited.
Despite this, Poppy nearly jumped in the surprise as the woman approached her, moving surprisingly fast.
“What on earth have you done to your hair?” She reached out long fingers and lifted up a hank of Poppy’s hair like it was a dead rat. “Well, we’ll have to fix that as well
Poppy had been both ecstatic and horrified to learn that Melissa was also on the compound. Especially when she realized that Malcom wasn’t going to let her see Melissa until they got to Scotland.There was a lot to unpack from all the information she had gleaned between Myrna and Malcom. And she longed for a sense of normalcy that would come with her friend.But apparently, Melissa was being “taken care of (but not the scary way)”, Malcom’s words, not hers, by his chief of security, a Lycan named Callum.Poppy really wanted to know what he meant by that, but Malcom turned the conversation.They were Fated Mates. That meant a mating ceremony and all that.Which was, apparently, kind of like a wedding?Myrna already had plans laid out for them to look through (because of course she would).Malcom and Po
Stephan was rather pleased with himself. Everything went, mostly, according to plan. He was able to go in and plant the bombs on the planes with little incident.Though there was the case that at least one of his backup guards had gone missing during the fighting.He had expected some casualties. He had hoped most of them would be on the Gaelach Úr side.When he got back to the rendezvous point, however, his team was looking more bedraggled than he had expected. They didn’t have much to say other than they had followed orders: engage, and draw away any security from the airstrip.They were also a few Lycans short.Stephan had searched the area for bodies. He found one, one of his people. But there were still a two unaccounted for. No one really seemed to know what had happened to those two; they had spread out and moved away, per his order
Melissa wasn’t sure what was going on. And she wasn’t sure she was mad about it, either.This Callum guy was obviously crazy.And obviously hot.She supposed there were worse people to be kidnapped by.“Listen,” She tried to look and sound like she was in control; which was hard to do wrapped in a fuzzy white bathrobe while a ridiculously hot man was putting bunny slippers on her feet, “I know you have this whole ‘must feed Melissa’ thing going on right now, but honestly, I really just want to see Poppy.”Her voice cracked on the name of her best friend. Really her only friend.She and Poppy may have had different upbringings, but they both had learned how to survive on their own from a young age.They clicked in a way none of their other classmates could understand.And she just… really needed to know that Poppy was safe, healthy, happy.“Aye, lass.” Cal
Owen was a master of stealth. He’d served in the human military for nearly twenty years. It was hard keeping his Lycan heritage a secret; there were many times he had bribed his way past medical exams. There was no way he was going to let a human government use him as an experiment, nor use him as a way to hurt his kind.But he also felt deeply that protecting the world — human and Lycan — was important. Sometimes, the bad guys needed to be taken out. Sometimes that involved military operations. Sometimes, that involved stealth.He was good at both; though every time he was on a mission where he killed someone, a little bit of him died. Which was one main reason he retired. The other was so he could better support his pack. With his connections to the human military and his experiences, he was a key asset to the Gaelach Úr Clan.And today, his expertise was coming in handy.The Forest Run Clan was easy enough to spot; too easy. Th
Stephan wasn’t much for talking.Mostly because, a long time ago, his throat had been cut. It hadn’t killed him, but it had mangled his voice box. Even with his Lycan healing, his voice was a raspy whisper on a good day.The scar across his face was another evidence of the many fights he had been in and survived. It was rare for a Lycan to scar.There were few materials that combated their natural healing abilities. Silver being the most prominent one; aconite, or wolf’s bane, was another.It had been a silver knife that had scared his face.The owner of the knife didn’t survive the fight.Stephan had been able to grab it and plunge the knife into the other Lycan’s heart.As long as he remembered, he’d been a fighter.His father had been a rogue: kicked out of their Clan for murdering Stephan&rsq
Malcom wasn’t sure what was going through Poppy’s mind at that moment. She had been quiet ever since he’d exploded about Natalia planning to murder his mate. He shouldn’t be surprised by the audacity. But he was.Raphe was a phenomenal hacker.But even he was having a hard time finding a link between the unknown wolf fur found at the scene and the Reachers.Some had to have tampered with the evidence. Whomever it was had done an excellent job at covering their tracks.But the lack of DNA in the system that matched the fur was a key indicator that the system had been tampered with.And with Poppy’s statement, he had more reason than ever to suspect the Reachers. They would not leave this alone. He had a sinking feeling that they wouldn’t stop until either they, or he and Poppy, were dead.This was not a game he was going to lose, though.And t
Melissa was fit to be tied.The nerve of this man.“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you.” She crossed her arms and glared at him. Who did he think he was, just because you kidnap a person did not mea
“So…” Poppy paused and pondered what Malcom had told her. “I’m your Fated Mate?”“Yes.” Malcom was playing with a strand of her hair. Somehow, during his story, they had moved even closer together; it’s like they couldn’t stay fa
Long ago, when the world was still young, the Moon goddess looked down on the earth. It was quiet and still.She was lonely.The Sun god, bright and brash, radiated heat and light on the earth when he rode through the sk
Poppy pushed the food on her plate uncertainly. She had felt emboldened by her time with Myrna, but now, sitting here across from Malcom, that all fled.Part of her was disappointed that he hadn’t immediately swept her into his arms the way he had when they first started this whole m







