MasukAvery’s POVAn all too familiar car was waiting in Aldric’s driveway when I arrived. Gideon was standing beside it, leaning against the door with his arms folded. The moment I saw him, a pang shot through my temples.Oh, no. I knew that pain all too well.For a moment, I considered turning around an
“Well, you have to think of something better.” My father thought for a moment, then suggested, “Maybe it would be easier to drive the woman away. She clearly has fewer ties to the packs, and wants nothing to do with Gideon. If she leaves for good, he won’t be able to chase her anymore.”That had cro
Avery’s POVThe sun rose high and hot the next morning, bringing with it the sound of cicadas buzzing in the grass and a warm steam rising from the dewy ground before eight o’clock even struck.I had just finished my coffee and was preparing my things to head to Aldric’s clinic. Our trial was beginn
Before she disappeared, I called out, “How do you know?” Melissa didn’t stop walking. She didn’t even turn. She just said over her shoulder, “The trees tell me things.” I blinked a few times, certain I had misheard. Before I could ask what she meant by that, she was gone, disappearing around the b
Avery’s POV “Go figure.” I stormed over to the gift bag and picked it up, glancing inside one last time. Shaking my head, I turned to the nurse who had been working with me before. “Is there a place I can donate this?” I asked, holding the bag up. “Maybe the kids in the clinic would like to play w
“I was just passing through.” He was holding something in his hands. A bag, I realized. From a kids’ store. I recognized the logo immediately.“What’s that?” I asked.He held the bag out. “See for yourself.”I didn’t take the bag right away. Colt took it instead, obviously to Gideon’s chagrin, who c
Of course, I wouldn’t touch any of it. Not just because alcohol was bad for the pregnancy, but because it could be poisoned. I sat, but I didn’t pick up my spoon, even though the stew actually looked and smelled really good.“You’re not going to eat?” The Rogue King asked, tilting his head. He had a
I tried to imagine him as a little kid, feet swinging off of a stool as he ate his lunches.“What was it like to grow up with a powerful wolf?” I asked, curiously, “My own wolf didn’t manifest when I was a child, so I never knew what it was like.”“It was a sudden change,” he admitted, staring off i
He grabbed my hand and placed the eyepatch in my palm. It was still warm from resting on his face. He curled my fingers around it and squeezed tight, so tight it hurt. “Don’t you want to be my queen?”“I’ll never be your rogue queen.”He snorted. “Of course not. I would never expect a Lycan princess
His words struck a chord in me, and I paused to consider. After a while, only one conclusion was obvious.“She knows my half-sister, and through her she probably knows… what happened to me in Silvermoon. She knew that I had been betrayed.”Gideon inhaled a heavy breath.“Tell me more about that,” he







