Jericho My wolf’s powerful legs carry me forward, taking me deeper and deeper into the woods. His footing is sure and steadfast as we leap over fallen trees and soundlessly dash through the underbrush. I’ve been running for hours, forcing myself to put as much distance between Hallowed Moon and my

Jericho “Now you want to help?” Amalie asks. “Three days ago when I told you I don’t want to marry Easton, you sent me back to him.” Guilt eats my guts like a hungry caterpillar. Brent and Victor both stare at me, the accusation open in their eyes. They won’t challenge me on it in front of Amalie.

Amalie It’s almost sundown by the time I go back to my own territory. Shawna gave me clean clothes, and I washed in a stream running through Jericho’s territory. While I felt his presence the whole time, I didn’t see him once. He was close enough to speed to my aid if the shit hit the fan, but far

JerichoFor the first time since she died, I don’t dream of Harriet.It’s Amalie I see in my bedroom. It’s Amalie who slips out of her dress and lets it pool around her feet, revealing her beautiful curves in the soft glow of the moonlight.Her blue eyes stare into mine as she mounds me and slides m

Amalie I don’t want to leave Breaking Dawn. Not even the image of Maggie strung up on Easton’s chains like a chicken is powerful enough to make me want to go back to Hallowed Moon. I go anyway. I go because I think I’m falling in love with Jericho. His mark created a bond. I can feel it. When he t