Ellis Wakefield Novels & Stories

I pushed through the heavy iron doors, my human senses instantly overwhelmed by the sheer sensory density of the room. "Over here, gorgeous!" Ellis Ford waved a manicured hand from a plush leather booth near the back of the VIP lounge. He was wearing a dark silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his sharp wolf features softened by a wide, brilliant grin. Beside him sat Landon Pierce, leaning back with a glass of dark blood-wine resting on his thigh, his green eyes scanning the crowd with lazy, deadly alertness. "Look at you," Ellis cheered as I slid into the booth opposite them. "Surviving your first forty-eight hours outside the Ashford leash! I was worried Malcolm's guards would track you dow