INICIAR SESIÓN“Avery, you hurt me, too,” Gideon cut me off.I snapped my mouth shut.“You kept my son from me for ten years,” he said. “You lied to me, ran from me, and made me believe I’d never have the family I wanted. So trust me when I say the feeling is mutual.”The words stung, but I deserved them. I knew I
Avery’s POVI pushed myself up from the bed as soon as I heard Bjorn’s voice. Gideon moved over to me and offered me his arm. I looked at it for a moment, then up at his face, set firm and yet threaded with a tenderness that I couldn’t ignore. Finally, I took it and let him guide me out of the room.
I looked away. I didn’t answer; I couldn’t. My throat felt too choked up, not just from my injuries, but from all of it.“Why did you keep him from me?” Gideon’s voice was barely above a whisper. “All these years, and my son was right here. Why did you lie to me?”I opened my mouth, then closed it a
Avery’s POV“Why isn’t it healing?”“She took a direct hit from an Alpha. The scar may be permanent…”The pain radiated from my face, spreading down my jaw and into my neck. I tried to open my eyes, but even that hurt. The light filtering through my eyelids was too bright, making me wince.Someone w
She didn’t answer right away; she just kept staring at the ring with her jaw clenched in that way I’d never seen it before. For someone like Melissa to look so worried, when she was usually calm and smiling, made my blood run cold.“Melissa,” I said.She finally looked at me. “I’m worried about Gide
Avery’s POVGideon and Sebastian collided in the center of the ring in a tangle of fists and claws. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the courtyard, punctuated by grunts and snarls that made me flinch each time.The two Alphas moved as a blur across the ring, wolves surging forward, cl
Avery’s POV The pack library bore some similarities to the records room in the basement. Both were packed to the brim with information. Whereas the records room had boxes of files, the library had more bound books, but both boasted a copious amount of dust. I mused that one might be able to tell
I didn’t have an immediate answer, so I just indicated for her to follow me out into the garden once more. I handed her a hoe and led her over to where the diseased plants were. “These plants are sick, so we need to pull them up and burn them.” I instructed, handing her a pair of gloves and puttin
“Who told you that the angelica flowers were traditional?” Gideon asked, voice flat. I hesitated. I knew who it had been, but I didn’t want to implicate her. It had been Madelyn who had given me the info and allayed my suspicions when I’d found the unusual flowers. From our conversation the ot
Avery’s POVI awoke slowly, like swimming up through deep water.There was a strange, metallic taste in my mouth, and my head pounded. I was laying on a hard surface. Dirt, perhaps? My limbs felt far-away and heavy. They didn’t respond to my attempts to move.All I could do was lay here.Weariness







