FrostColorado is cold.So am I. Inside, as if the poison turned me to ice before it left my bloodstream.Three days have passed since we found the rift near the Devil’s Teeth. My paws beat against the ground in time with my brothers’ as we race toward another lead. They’re both positive this is the one—that this thin veil between realms is the one that will bring our real home to earth and ease our agony forever.The San Juan National Forest. One-point-eight million acres of mesas, mountains, and forested lands owned by the federal government. We’ve been here before. Many times. Good hunting. Fresh mountain water, the kind that feels like it can heal.But no viable rifts.I’m a realist. I doubt this will be any different from the last. Or the half dozen before that one. We search and we search, finding thin places where we can feel the shadow realm. Just there, on the other side of a veil we can’t touch. Even if we can’t breach the portal, we can feel that energy. It buoys us, bolste

AmoraA hot tongue trails slowly up my inner thigh.A moan escapes my lips, and a warm chuckle answers it.When I look down, Malix is settled between my legs. His dark skin is smooth and soft looking, and his violet eyes burn with heat and amusement as he holds my gaze. Without looking away, he drags his tongue even higher until he reaches the apex of my thighs.I’m already wet for him.I can feel my arousal seeping from me, soaking my skin.When he laps at my clit, I let out a soft moan, reaching down to try to grab his head and hold him right where I want him. But large hands grip my wrists, pulling them away from him and pinning them to the mattress on either side of my body.I blink and look up, realizing for the first time that Kian and Frost are with us too. They’re kneeling on either side of me, each man holding down one of my arms. Frost’s blue irises glow like ice lit from within, a startling contrast to the burning embers of Kian’s brown and gold eyes.“Uh uh, kitty,” Malix

AmoraWhen I arrive,The Bruja’s Cauldron hasn’t opened yet. I stand in the too-bright sunshine and bang on the door until Rue appears from the back room. She catches sight of me through the glass door, and her thin, shapely eyebrows rise toward her hairline as she opens the door.“I thought the building was on fire,” she drawls, stepping back to let me inside.“How much longer will it take?” I demand, halting just inside the door, my fists clamped around the straps on my backpack.Rue stares at me, her brows arched toward her widow’s peak hairline.My body is tense, and my mind is screaming at me that time is running out. It’s probably not true—the three feral shifters have been searching for their rift for ages, so there’s no reason to believe they’re going to randomly find the right place now.But I can’t get past the sense of foreboding.Honestly though, that doesn’t excuse my being an asshole. So I try again, a little more politely this time. “Sorry. Good morning, Rue. How much lo

MalixI stand between my brothers,looking up at the village where we were born, and all I want to do is run the other way.Returning with bad news isn’t my favorite thing. Every time we come back without the key to opening the barrier between our realm and the shadow realm, I feel a little more like a failure. A little more like I’m letting our alpha down, ruining the only purpose I have to exist.Even more than that, I feel like I’m letting my brothers down. I know they struggle with the pain. I do too. All we need is that one fucking break, and everything will be fixed. No more pain. No more feeling isolated and different.Home, Kian says gruffly.Not home, I counter, pawing at the snowy ground with one giant black paw. Not really.Frost huffs his agreement. Just a place to lay our heads until we return to our true purpose.The village winds up a road on the side of a remote mountain in the Rockies. If it wasn’t ass cold and full of shifters who would rather we stay away forever, the

AmoraJust my luckthat I found my ex-mates’ hideout during an oncoming blizzard.I lie on my belly on a ridge about half a mile from their pack’s village while the sky spits snow and the temperature plunges. I have to hang back far enough away that they won’t scent me, especially on these heavy winds. Thank fuck I had the presence of mind to stop in Denver and pick up some cold weather clothes. But even the thick jacket and hiking boots I threw on after I shifted to human form can’t chase away the chill, and the thin layer of snow building up on my legs is making my jeans wet. I almost chose to stay in wolf form, since I’d be a little more impervious to the cold and snow that way, but it’s hard to hold binoculars with paws.Rue’s magic necklace worked like a fucking charm. I followed the black smoke on my bike until the road ended in Rocky Mountain National Park. Then I shifted and lugged my backpack on foot, the necklace dangling from the strap in my periphery, leading me every step