JASMINE Blake and I were seated in his car, heading to dinner at the casino after spending the perfect day together, well, except for the fact that I had stripped myself in front of everyone stationed at the pack entrance gate . . . “I see you blushing. I can tell you’re thinking about it.” Blake smirked as he held my hand and glanced over at me. “I’m not thinking about anything,” I replied, wrinkling my nose. “I know it’s bothering you. You’re a warrior now. As much as I want to keep your hot body to myself, it’s an occupational hazard, having to shift back and forth all the time.” I groaned. “I loved how you jumped in to defend me today. I had it handled of course, but damn, it’s so hot when you fight.” Blake had a huge smile on his face. “I miss going to training with you.” I groaned again, reminded of how difficult the transition to warrior had been for me. Blake’s face took on a serious demeanor and he asked, “Was Alyssa one of the mean girls?” I sighed. “She’s always bee

TALIA I awoke feeling the most relaxed I had in years. The most amazing sensation was fluttering up and down my skin, almost like sparks that both aroused and calmed me simultaneously, compelling me to practically moan from the pleasure floating through my body. And the scent—oh my, something smelled so delightful. I inhaled more deeply, allowing the fragrance to fill my lungs. As I became more conscious, I realized I was not alone in my bed. No, there was a warm body, and we were wrapped in each other, with his morning wood pressing against my abdomen. What the fuck? I quickly pushed him from me, causing him to roll off the bed and fall to the floor with a loud thump. He groaned and shot up, staring at me from where he was seated on the floor. “What are you doing in my bed?” I shrieked. He looked around frantically, confusion on his face. I could sense he was panicked. Then realization played across his face, and he said, “This is my bedroom. You’re in my bed!” “What!” I looked

TALIA “I’m really sorry about your mom, Talia,” he said, hanging his head as he glanced up at me through his blond lashes. “Maybe once you’re back in your human form again you can tell me why my father did it. As bad as he was, I never knew him to be a straight-up murderer, and I especially can’t imagine him killing a beautiful woman like your mom. I saw her picture on your phone lock screen.” I whimpered at the mention of my mom, the wind suddenly chilly against my body and my chest heavy. My paws shook and I dug my claws into the dirt to steady them. I couldn’t be around him anymore. Without a second thought, I got up and turned my back to him. With my feet taking control, I sprinted back to the packhouse with an urgency to be alone. Every muscle in my body ached as I made my way back, and I wasn't sure if it was the grief or something else. Either way, I was thankful that I couldn't cry in my wolf form, giving me some semblance of control over the emotions wreaking havoc inside me

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.*** *** TALIA After the blissful few days we spent together, I woke up alone one morning, his side of the bed cold and his scent already faded. I’d gotten used to waking up wrapped in him and felt disappointed by the loss. I picked up my cell phone and saw that I had a notification from I*******m. I opened the app to see that a reply from Rocco had finally been received. Hugo got put in jail after you killed Alpha Sr. I stared at my phone reading and rereading the message that was returned to me, feeling immobile. While I’d been on

JASMINE On Monday, I arrived at training after going to temple service that morning. We were on a new rotation, and I’d be part of a different group with a new instructor. I was surprised to see that Lucy was joining our sparring session that morning. All pack members had to spar for two hours every other week, and they signed up anywhere there was space. Lucy had clearly chosen this one. She instantly spotted me and came over to say, “I love when I can get into a session with Charlie Kemp. All you have to do is flirt with him a little, and he’s like putty in your hands.” At the mention of his name, dread filled the pit of my stomach. I knew that Blake’s former friend, who had accosted me almost a year ago, was a warrior, but I didn’t know he was also a trainer. I hadn’t bothered to check which trainer I’d be working with when I got Luke’s email with the new schedules. It wasn’t like I could have changed who it was anyway. I mean, realistically, I probably could just ask Blake to sw