“That was hella stressful,” Ostana blew out a deep breath, wiping the dry sweat from her forehead, and adjusting her blush pink wrap around her noodle strapped shoulders; her matching blush pink dress was long enough to kiss her white sandal covered feet, complimenting her silver pearl earrings and light make up.  “Agreed,” I sighed, pulling the pin that held my curled blond hair up and as the strands fell, I let the stress escape myself. “Those women sure are fancy,” “Oi! I would like a crispy tea cake please,” Ostana joked in a high pitched, awful, fake British accent, and carelessly gesturing her hands for emphasis while I began to laugh; my hands sitting atop my small baby bump as we continued to walk. “One lump or two, but no- not three!

“I thought you said talk,”  “I did talk,” “No, you yelled.” I argued back dryly, my arms crossing over one another as I watched my mate enter our bedroom back at our house later that night.  Emrys’ face fell as I looked him over; tonight his fighting leathers were wrinkled with a days work, hair messy, and eyes still bright although tired. I could tell he was stressing over something- probably the whole Jackson thing.  And the fact that Linda and James were back at my ‘home’ pack… That par

The books in front of me did little to ease my anxiety. Northern Whispers is what Emrys went out to fight, or so that’s what the ladies of the court were talking about all through dinner, and me being me, I decided to research what the hell a Northern Whisper even is. Northern Whispers received their name due to their location of living and breeding, all which takes place in the northern most isolated places. They are often found hunting during night, their prey including anything with a pulse, but Northern Whispers seem to prefer the strong meat of Lycan hearts thus pushing them into unfamiliar and newfound regions where one might not expect them. Northern Whispers are known as one of the strongest creatu

“Why the hell do you wanna know about that?” Arrow chuckled towards me, his eyes never leaving his poetry book in front of him; he was sprawled out in his a tee-shirt and jeans that were complimented by a pair of boots atop one of the library’s leather couches.  Today, the li

“Emrys, we are fine,” I promised. “We’re just researching some stuff,”  There… No lie. “Researching what?” He gritted out and I could already picture my frowning mate, his hand running through his inky black curls, and gripping the phone so tight everyone was surprised it wasn’t breaking. “Or do I even want to know?” “Can we have a third option?” Ostana piped up, craziness glittering in her golden eyes as she looked towards the car dash screen that showed Emrys number, call time, and much more. “Ostana!” Laker’s voice now sounded. “Oh thank go