LOGINShe nods solemnly, accepting that answer with the kind of grace only children have.After breakfast, I ask Martha to take Aspen where the other kids will be until the ceremony ends. She doesn’t fuss, as if even she knows deep down, even without understanding.The ceremony takes place in the clearing
I wake up warm. That’s the first thing I register. The heat at my back, a solid chest pressed against me, an arm draped possessively around my waist. Alec’s scent surrounds me, grounding me, and for a brief moment I forget everything else.I forget the attack. I forget those we lost. I forget the co
The night tastes like blood. It stains the air, thick and metallic, clinging to my tongue no matter how many times I swallow. Bodies lie everywhere: wolves, vampires, and witches, all broken, torn, and twisted at angles no living thing should bend.This isn’t a battlefield anymore. It’s a graveyard.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he murmurs.I open my mouth to answer but then the sound of a horn blaring freezes us. Our bodies go completely still.We both know that sound. It’s a warning every werewolf knows… An attack.Alec bolts upright. “Shit—”I’m already on my feet, grabbing my clothes, hear
I’m breathless. My skin is still tingling, my pulse still fluttering wildly as I lie tangled with Alec beneath the warm sheets. His arm is draped over my waist, heavy and protective, his chest rising and falling under my head.The room is silent except for our breathing and the smell of sex that st
The force of it punches the air from my lungs. This isn’t gentle or hesitant. This is a man unraveling. A man drowning. A man who has been starving for years and suddenly tastes air again. His hands grip my hips, dragging me closer, as if he can’t get enough, can’t breathe without touching me.My fi







