Quinn Just when I started to relax and think I was safe, Troy pulled a new one on me, coming out of nowhere with a question so bizarre I had no idea how to answer him. His eyes turned from warm to cold in split second, and his body went rigid when he pushed away from me. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t my friend or my lover. He was my owner, even if he claimed otherwise. He was just like Caroline. He wanted to use me for his own selfish needs. It would serve me well to remember that. I wasn’t living some happily ever after fairy tale here. He wanted to use me for whatever purpose I'd serve, and I used him so I wouldn’t have to spend another night out on the streets. Although, it didn't quite feel that way. Something else was happening between us, I just didn't know what that something was. “I don’t understand,” I said and folded my arms around my rapidly cooling body. “I’m human, just like you.” “Stop lying to me!” He violently slapped the surface of the lake with

Troy I felt pretty damn good about myself when I left Quinn’s room. I was bred to possess every wolf talent, but I rarely used my healing abilities - they tended to be slapdash at best, and if I wasn’t completely focused on the task, and a hundred percent committed to it, I could just as easily kill someone as heal them. True healers were rare and usually loyal only to their packs and their Alphas. Most wolves, especially rogues, had to rely on physicians like Doctor Jacobs. I had hoped that there was some kind of human operation that would help Quinn so I wouldn’t have to call in a favour to an Alpha with a pack healer. If she was right though, and it looked as if she was, human medicine couldn’t help her, and a good, true healer was her only chance. My wolf was once again quiet and under control. It took me the whole drive home and a very long shower to get the fucker back in his place. I feared that he’d surface again when I went to Quinn, but he was quiet the whole time, seemin

Quinn I swore I sensed Troy’s approach several seconds before he knocked on my door. I even looked up in anticipation, waiting for it to happen. As he did yesterday morning, he didn’t wait for an invitation before he entered. “You’re awake,” he overstated the obvious. I’d been awake for at least half an hour now. My foot was alive with agony again, and after the blissful release from pain last night, I wanted to cry when I woke to the familiar throbbing, burning sensation. It had been getting increasingly worse as time went on. It was almost as bad as the night my mother repeatedly drove the breadknife into my foot. I purposefully pushed the memory away and focused on my breathing, trying to distract myself from the pain. I gritted my teeth. I wouldn’t lose my shit in front of Troy again. “Good morning,” I said. “The healer is here,” he announced as if it was no big deal at all. “She wants to meet you before she starts to prepare for the healing.” I sighed and tried to hold on t

Troy As I dove into the pool, a voice I hadn’t heard in many years spoke inside my head. “Troy.” My insides contracted, and I inhaled sharply, almost fucking drowning myself in the process. I was over three-hundred-years old. I was one of the strongest Lycans ever created, and whenever my father spoke to me, I instantly turned into a frightened, lost little pup. “What do you want?” I asked when I came up for air. I felt Quinn’s eyes on me as I turned around and swam back to the other end of the pool. “I hear you found your fated mate. The one from the prophecy.” Well, he was bound to find out sooner or later. I was rather hoping for later though. “Who told you?” “It doesn’t matter.” I didn’t say anything. It was pointless. My fear now was for Quinn. My father understood the prophecy, understood what I was, and he knew what finding her meant for him. The only way he could stop me was if Quinn died or I didn’t mark her. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked. “I don’t k

Quinn There wasn’t a time in my life when I didn’t feel pain. Maybe before I could form any concrete memories, before my mother went crazy, and before I started dancing, before I went to school and realised how different I was, and before my mother destroyed my future. I honestly couldn't remember. For the first time in my life, I was completely at ease and I felt no pain. It was weird, and I didn’t know what to do with it. All I’d ever known was chaos and fear. Peace was not something I understood or could embrace easily. And I wasn't just at peace. I felt safe. Protected. I cried most of the day. I cried for my parents, then I cried for my brothers, and finally I cried for myself. By the time Serenity came to my room, I was borderline hysterical, and she was pissed. She wished all sorts of curses upon Troy. It wasn’t until she explained to me that my state of mind would make healing me more difficult that I understood why she was so angry. She gave me something to drink, and wi