Leather And Lark Audiobook Novels & Stories

They didn't lower their voices because they didn't think they had anything to hide from her. "I stood here earlier today," Leela confessed, her voice thick with emotion, her knuckles white around the jar of Iron Root. "Right after I saw the books. Right after I saw the cages. I watched them. They are so young, Thorpe. They trip over their own paws. They get distracted by butterflies. They are clumsy and loud and messy." She turned to him, her eyes fierce and wet.

It wrapped around the second wolf as it turned to run, binding its legs, seeping through its mouth and eyes like fog. The second strike didn’t fold. It peeled. Skin, thought, and soul, drawn out strand by strand. Lark didn’t flinch. He was writing. Scribbling notes on a pad with hands steadier than any hunter had a right to be. “It works,” he murmured. “Even without a god-bond.” The last wolf, the smallest, whimpered and backed away. Not out of fear—but recognition. It wasn’t just prey. It was kin. And it had seen what they’d become.

The parchment felt delicate beneath my fingers, holding secrets that could reshape my understanding of my father and the tangled web of pack politics. Levi leaned in closer, as if wanting to be a part of this journey of discovery. "Read a bit aloud for me too, if you don't mind," he requested, a hint of eagerness in his voice. "Sure," I replied, clearing my throat before starting with the first paragraph.

Always in winter and consistently listing the Siuslaw Forest as their place of residence. … Laurel attempted to elude me for several blocks before surrendering, leaning against a building with her head down and red hair obscuring her face. When I finally catch up to her, clutching the book and notebook under my arms, I'm breathless. I can't fathom why she relented so easily. She's much swifter than me, and she hasn't even been exerting herself. "You have a question, Alora," she speaks in a hushed tone. Her fists are clenched when I glance down at them.

Liam shouted, and some people who walked past us turned and stared at us strangely. “Lower your voice. People are staring,” I whispered. I filled Liam in on the events that had been happening in the pack, and by the time I finished, he was so pissed at Amara and Alpha Ronan. “She's so shameless…. I want to tear her into pieces,” he exclaimed angrily. “Calm down, Liam. You just got here. Let's try to avoid unnecessary shedding of blood,” I laughed. “Wait…. so you are going to be the Luna Queen?” he asked, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

So soft. His eyes cracked open as he peered through his long lashes at me. The sapphire blue starred in confusion as I snatched my hand away. A grin played upon his lips as he stretched, the dawn light making his eyes spark a brighter blue. “I believe it would be a struggle to braid this. What do you think?” He rasped running a hand through his hair. He yawned revealing his sharp teeth before settling back down. I watched him for a moment stunned. It wasn't that long ago those canines were at my neck... I fumbled for words, “Huh?”

I’ll give her space, but the moment she turns eighteen, all bets are off, because I’m prepared to fight for what’s mine. The trek back to the packhouse was depressing and desolate, even Atlas was quiet, and I could tell he has a lot he’s processing too, so I’m not going to bother him. Once I’m back at the packhouse I make my way to my office when I catch the scent of raspberries and lemon myrtle and the sound of furious pacing. I sigh but proceed ahead knowing I’m walking into an altercation and not one I can avoid. I approach my office and see Lark, wearing out a path in the carpet outside my door. His head shoots up and looks at me, his face devoid of any emotion, which is not at all like

Her small nose sat comfortably, charming anyone looking at it. Her cheeks were pink and chubby, and he was sure they were so soft. Her moist, pinkish lips were pressed tightly into a thin line. She was angry that day because the moon gods had chosen her to be the leader of that pack, something she never wanted. While getting drawn into her beautiful brown eyes, he ended up spilling coffee on himself. His parents, because they were present during their union, chuckled and giggled because they knew the reason behind his daze. Karen stood, like she had just done, and helped him dry his clothes by tongue-lashing him. He ended up asking if she cared for him, and then one day he was kicked by her

I heard the woman say softly despite the growing distance between us. With an exhalation, I released my shackles from Dexter, allowing him to the forefront. My beautiful leather pants, and the iconic cloak on me were ripped to shreds in a flicker of a second. My bones popped, and elongated. Thick furs started to cover my skin as my beast surged forward, pounding the earth on all fours. I was thrown into the depths of his raging mind while he dashed into the woods, his heavy thud practically vibrating through the surrounding ground.

But then again this was a wolf gathering so it wouldn't be surprising. "This is Claire" Jacobi said with a cold and hard glare on his face. There seemed to have been some form of communication going on, because Marcus immediately shifted his stance from playful to professional in a minute "I'm Marcus, Liliana's older brother" "And soon to be alpha of the moon hill pack" his father said, slapping him on the back. One of Jacobi's gaurds walked towards us and whispered something inaudible in his ear. "Excuse me" he said. His gaze lingered on me for a second and I smiled reassuringly at him. It was a gesture that said " go I'll be fine". He seemed to understand, and he walked out, with his gaurd