Harper wasn't sure what she was watching. A few minutes ago, she had braced herself for Saint's loss in battle, but now her mate looked like he had stepped out from a volcano.Every pore on Saint's skin burned and radiated inner fire. He threw himself at Jack's whipping tail, small yet melting the ice, until the frost wyvern screamed in agony.It was a terrible sound that made Tanja act on her pure instinct. Tears ran down her cheek, and she yelled. "Stop! Don't kill him! Please! Saint! Jack is my mate!"Steam filled the cold air, and the temperature was growing hotter. Jack was down on the ground, writhing in suffering. It made Harper make a rash decision. "Saint, don't kill Jack!" Harper shouted with her fingers curled around her mouth. She hoped her mate would listen. "The battle is over—you already won, Saint!"Saint paused from what he was doing and stepped aside from the frost wyvern on the ground. His pride as a warrior wasn't worth more than the love and affection from his ma

"Could you sit still?!" Tanja hissed at Jack. "I'm trying to dab this healing oil on your scar!" Jack was sitting on the floor, arms hugging his legs. The witch, who happened to be his mate, was putting something over his wound. She had healing powers, but it hurt whenever she used them! "Then stop hurting me!" Jack shut his eyes and groaned at the stinging flames spreading over his skin. "Whatever you're doing isn't helping the situation at all!" "Stop being such a baby!" "I'm not a baby!" "Yes, you are!" Tanja argued. "Which is pretty ironic since you're big and scary and totally bad-ass with your white hair, emotionless face, and piercingly blue eyes." Jack froze. "Are you trying to insult me?" "Me?" Tanja asked innocently. "No. Clearly, those were compliments—I love guys who wear their hearts on their sleeves. And your face perfectly represents how you feel on the inside; dead." Jack turned around with a lifted eyebrow. Tanja held her breath when the mate-bond kicked in bet

Harper stared down into a lake deep inside the forest. The skies were dark but illuminated by moonlight. Not a cloud in sight and the scent of summer and wildflowers wafted into her nostrils. A warm breeze glided through the canopies, and Harper smiled. She and Liam were surrounded by weeping willow trees, and bright, magical flowers were sprinkled on the ground. This place was indeed a place of beauty."What the hell are we doing out here? You said the forest would be nice—not a paradise to bugs!" Liam blew out a bug from his mouth and tried to kill an annoying fly with his hands. "Fucking insects!"Harper eyed Liam with wary in her chest. She was stalling him. Liam had expressed the will to share her bed, and Harper didn't want that, so she had brought him out into the forest. "I think this lake is stunning," Harper said and narrowed her eyes when she saw rings appear on the water's surface. She crouched down. "The air is so... Stale inside the castle.""Yeah, well... We should l

When Saint arrived at the sunset island, Harper laughed so much that she fell off her mate's head. "I can't believe you accidentally swallowed a freaking seagull!"Saint caught Harper in his palm while desperately grasping for air. His eyes were red from tears, and he could barely breathe. It felt like there were feathers in his throat. And the cherry on top was that the freaking seagull hadn't been tasty either—Saint was confident the bird had been so scared it had shat itself when he ate it!"I think I'm going to be sick..." Saint pulled himself up on the sandy beach and made sounds that reminded Harper of a puking dog. "I hate my life, Harper... The seagull tasted like... Tasted like shit!"Harper cracked up and rolled off Saint's palm into the warm sand. Her rib cage hurt from laughing so much. "You're such a scary-looking guy, but really such a goofball!""Don't laugh at me..." Saint transformed back into his original, tanned self and coughed up a feather. He grimaced. "I need s

It was nothing short of frightening to wake up to snarling werewolves. Harper opened her eyes in haste and blinked up at Saint. She was in his arms, cradled to his chest while roots grew from his legs.His skin had taken a more greenish gue, and his eyes were eerie black while he hissed at the werewolves surrounding them. His voice came out loud and melodic, like a singing siren. But Harper knew it was a warning to the wolves. His legs had turned into tree trunks, and some of the roots came up from the ground to grab two werewolves coming for them. Whimpers filled the air as Saint's roots and vines curled around them. It was frightening to watch. Harper shuddered as the werewolves were hit against the ground multiple times until they no longer moved."I'm sorry you have to witness this," Saint told Harper, tightening his grip around her. "But it seems the castle is about to get attacked by some unknown pack. Some of the werewolves are headed there, while others are here in the woo