“No death,” he said lightly. “Just curious why you look like you’re trying to figure out the meaning of life over there.” He tilted his head to read the titles scattered around me. “‘Lycan bloodlines, Werewolf physiology, The Wolfless Paradox’…” His grin widened. “Wow. Someone’s desperate to get the
LioraThe library was the only place I could think of to start my next search. If Mia’s class couldn’t be my lead, maybe some old legends could.It’s not like I could piss off the Moon Goddess anymore by nosing through her stories.By midday, the noise from the halls was nothing but a distant hum, d
CallumI stayed under the bleachers long after she was gone, staring at the space she’d just occupied, as if the air itself still held her shape.I’d told myself, again and again, that I was done. That the bond breaking meant I could start over. That I could choose Bianca and everything that came wi
“Talk?” I laughed once, sharp. “What could you possibly have to say to me? Haven’t you made yourself very, so earth shakingly clear? We are not mates, we’re not even friends. Go away.”“You think this is clear?” He gestured at me, at himself. “Do you think any of this makes sense? You, walking away,
LioraMy bed felt more like coffin, it’s usual silky sheets encirling me like hands.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that hallway, Bianca’s smirk, the way they all laughed when nothing happened.When I opened them, I was still here.Still wolfless.I tried a hundred and thirty times that night. A
A murmur ran through the hall.Bianca’s smirk flickered in fear, just for a heartbeat.I straightened my shoulders and closed my eyes, reaching for the part of me that had always been there. The wolf that had always answered when I called.It should have been easy.I focused on the wild pulse in my