“Someone looks entertained,” suddenly announces Nare, yanking me back into the here and now. “Huh?” I ask, focusing my attention on her as she sits down in front of me in the packhouse dining hall. “You’re sitting here giggling with scrambled egg just hanging from your fork,” she chuckles, “So, spill. What’s so funny?” She asks while digging into her eggs benedict. “Maggie called Landry into work early this morning to help with cleaning the guest house. Poor Landry is trying not to be sick because it seems some people were very intimate and very messy in one of the rooms, and Landry has to clean it and the smell is making him ill. I feel sorry for him, but feeling and seeing how grossed out he is, is making me laugh,” I say with a giggle. “That’s because it’s hilarious,” Beatrix says with a tired chuckle. “All that rolling around and laughing took it out of you,” I tease. “It was worth it,” she says with a yawn. I can’t help but be a bit concerned. I’ve never seen Beatrix so low

'LANDRY!' I jolt awake, looking around in disorientation for the source of the voice screaming my name, but I don’t see anyone. It’s just me and Jennifer. Jennifer! I look down and relax as I see Jennifer sleeping peacefully with her arm still draped over my lap. I smile down at my breathtaking animai whose scent is still overwhelming my senses and setting the bunker ablaze with its frangipani notes. Her body against me feels like a sweet, delectable fire that has me feeling excited and jittery at the same time. Her curls are a wild nest of hair scattered around her face and her usual cream-coloured skin is flushed a bright scarlet like she’s been doused with boiling water, and that’s not unreasonable given her beautiful skin is coated in sweat. Her breathing is slightly laboured, and her heart is beating a little faster than normal, but thankfully all I can sense from her is a peaceful deep sleep. Same for Beatrix. Beatrix has been in hibernation since Jennifer’s heat hit. It’s no

After three days of Jennifer’s heat, I should feel exhausted but instead, I feel surprisingly refreshed. Beatrix is awake and being quite the chatty Kathy to make up for lost time, which has Matthan over the moon happy. They’ve both been rather quiet for the last hour or so, so I think they’re busy catching up in their little wolfy world. I once asked Matthan what it’s like being a Wolf Spirit and what life is like for him, but it was extremely confusing. He described it as being like a pocket realm that exists both in this world and another. That my mind is like his bridge between the two, so he can simultaneously see and feel everything I do, and experience life with me, but also interact with other wolf spirits in their own world. Or something like that. It still doesn’t make any sense to me. I’m like the Avengers when Banner is trying to explain time travel to them. It does, however, make me understand Omegas a bit better though. An Omega is just a mutolupus who can’t shift, so

As I let myself finally start to relax and listen to Jennifer and Beatrix bicker playfully in my mind, the voice of Alpha Amelia calling out an unusual name catches my attention. I look towards the entrance to the packhouse, and I notice Alpha Amelia greeting that same irshiust from the other week. I don’t know much about irshiusts, but she looks like hell. She looks exhausted, there are circles under her eyes, her golden eyes are all bloodshot and puffy and even her skin colour, which if I remember correctly, was a soft mocha colour, now looks a little ashy. Although the golden glitter in her skin is still catching the sunlight like a disco ball. I nudge Jennifer, direct her attention to the doorway, and note her surprise alongside my own. Alpha Amelia asks her if she’s alright, and immediately tears begin to fill the woman’s eyes and I can feel the concern growing inside of Jennifer. We tentatively walk a little closer as Amelia escorts the woman inside, while she gives Amelia a sni

I look back at the torment in Jane’s eyes and I see a version of myself I don’t ever want to see again. I want so badly to tell her and free her of this torture, but it’s not my story to tell. We’re talking about Nare’s very medical history, and that’s something I have no right to discuss with anyone behind her back, let alone the person who caused it. “Jane… I very much want to tell you, but I can’t. I can tell you it’s about Michael’s sister Nare, but nothing more. I can’t break her trust or privacy, and I hope you understand that, but I will say, Michael should have told you. You deserve an answer.” “He wants me to suffer,” she says, letting go of my wrists and looking down as a tear trickles down her cheek. I gently take her hands and guide her to the windowsill to sit down. “I can’t speak to what is going through his head, but I do understand what rejection feels like, and even with everything you put me through, I wouldn’t wish it upon you. It’s a pain that… there just aren’t