Novels by Sable Thorne

There’s a moment, a charged second where our gazes lock, and I can see it in her eyes. The attraction. The desire. It’s mutual, this pull between us, and it’s as dangerous as it is exhilarating.“I’m just trying to help,” she says, her voice soft, and I can hear the vulnerability in it. The uncertainty.I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t need your help.”Her eyes flash with something, and she pulls back, her lips pressing together. She moves to sit by the fire, her back straight, her shoulders tense. I watch her for a moment, feeling a pang of regret. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t afford to let her get too close.But I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame, even knowing the moment I reach my destination, I’ll die.I still want to feel that fleeting heat.I abandon the bowl and move to join her, sitting beside her on the f

KalenI can’t avoid her for long.I spend a few hours at the lodge, finding food in the kitchen and purging myself in the sweat room, moody and snappy at the younger members of my pack. I feel Liam’s eyes on me, but it’s Cassie who approaches me. She settles herself down on the opposite side of my bench and studies me.“I’m not in the mood, Cass,” I growl.“I can see that,” she says. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”I glance over at the younger she-wolf, her calm hazel eyes focused on me. I sigh, my shoulders relaxing. Cassie has a way of seeing past my moods, which makes it difficult to hide anything from her.She’s the only one who knows the real reason I ended things with Elara.“Is it the rogue wolf?” she says, her voice quiet. “I heard there was another killing.”The wolf is a real concern, a threat to my wolves,

Kalen"Let's get you something to eat. You need your strength. I don’t have a kitchen, but this stockpot is pretty multi-purpose." I flash a smile as I lead her back to the hearth, and she rewards me with her own smile.Even if she’s just humoring me.I show her how to cook the venison stew I've been preparing. She watches me closely, her eyes following my every move, and a warmth spreads through my chest at her attention.We work together, chopping vegetables and adding spices to the pot, and I can't help but steal glances at her. Her skin is flushed from the heat of the fire, her hair falling in loose waves around her face, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. We're so close, our bodies just inches apart, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin.What would it be like to kiss her? To hold her close? She’s a Blackwood. She can’t be my mate. So no harm would come from copulating with her.Would

KalenMy eyebrows rise so high I feel them in my hairline. "You were exiled?"That explains a lot. Why she was distraught. How she got so far from her territory.But does it explain the attack?She bites her lip, her expression pained. "Yes. For challenging the authority of my Alpha." She shakes her head, her voice bitter. "His father promised me as his mate, as if I were a prize to be won.""And you didn't want that?"She sighs, her shoulders slumping. "I tried. I love Ethan, and I thought maybe I could love him as his mate. But I don't feel the bond with him. And I—I don’t agree with the ways of the pack. They’re archaic, our women are suppressed, and our children are literally sold to the Slavers. I’ve spoken up before, but this time, I did it in front of the elders. Maybe Ethan felt he had no choice . . . But he banished me."A shudder runs through her, and she lowers her eyes, her fingers coming up to trace the wound

"Do you want to tell me what happened out there?"I'm standing by the window when Kalen comes in, his tattered clothing barely clinging to his body, and I can't help but admire the sight. I know I shouldn't, but the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, the way the fabric hugs his form, it's hard not to.He looks up at me, his eyes dark, his jaw tense, and my own body responds, a delicious stir in my core that I quickly tamp down. I don't need this. I don't need the distraction, the temptation. I need to stay focused."Lyla," he says, his voice a low growl. "What are you doing by the window? You could have been seen!"I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. "I’m not that stupid. I kept out of sight.” I take a step closer, my eyes scanning his body, taking in the blood, the bruises, the torn skin. "What happened?""Nothing." He drops the pile of wood by the fire and shrugs out of his clothing, keeping his back to me as he yanks on a new pair of

Liam doesn't hesitate, his body shifting, his bones cracking and reshaping. In seconds, his clothes are in tatters around him, and a large gray wolf stands in his place, his eyes fixed on me.I follow suit, the familiar burn of the shift coursing through me. My vision sharpens, my senses heighten, and I hear the rapid thud of his heart, the subtle rustle of leaves in the breeze.The dull hum of the packs’ thoughts suddenly intensifies. A connection I’ve ignored swells to life, and I feel the life of each wolf under my care whispering through my blood.Liam’s right. I’ve ignored my duties.I’ll repent later. For now, I have a position to defend.We circle each other, our hackles raised, our growls low and menacing. I feel the adrenaline pumping through me, the primal urge to assert my dominance.He lunges first, his teeth bared, and I dodge to the side, my claws raking across his flank. He yelps, but he doesn't back down, hi