Ice crawled along the ground.The wolf licked it’s muzzle.I waited, ready to freeze time, as it geared up to lunge at me. The second its feet left the ground something slammed into it, knocking it into a tree that froze upon impact.Ghost’s wolf shimmered into existence, coaxing a sigh of relief fr
Anastasia“Did I mention how much I hate running?” I wasn’t going to mention to Caius that the only time I might enjoy running was if it ended with some intense hate sex. Now wasn’t really the best moment for that though, not when I was still reeling from finding out our parents seemed to closely k
I quickly opened it and inspected the clothes inside. They were old, but intact from sitting within a zipped suitcase for goddess knows how long. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt and slipped both on. Next came a pair of socks which, thankfully, didn’t have any holes in them.
AnastasiaKnight’s head poked out from the bathroom, “You saw that? His ability is crazy volatile.” A smug grin tugged at his lips. “Told him I could give him some pointers since my shadows are so obedient, but he didn’t like that much. Singed my fucking eyebrow right off.” His head vanished back in
I ran my fingers over each one before pausing over a dusty wooden frame. Some of the grime smeared, revealing a few faces behind the dirty pane of glass.Something urged me to grab the picture. I turned the frame over and pried open the latch. Grabbing the image before it could flutter to the floor,
AnastasiaI pulled on what I remembered from Vladimir’s side of the family. He came from excessive wealth, obviously, considering his family had been running the pack for three generations. His great-grandfather had challenged the previous Alpha and won.I stepped closer to the fire as a chill swept
It’s oddly attractive. Even if he was a grumbling caveman.I pulled the letters out and each of us grabbed a pile. We worked in silence, removing them from their envelopes and setting them in chronological order.Holding the first one in my hands, I managed to put on a small smile. “Even if this doe
AnastasiaThe next piece of paper wasn’t a letter, but an old newspaper clipping.Pack Mourns the Death of Alpha Vladimir Lasko’s Beloved Sister.December 20th, 1995Ms. Eliza Lasko, 24, is one of the victims in yesterday’s rogue attack. It is believed that the small clusters of uprisings in the pac
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
AnastasiaI padded into the kitchen, my socks sliding along the floor. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce clung to the air, a welcome distraction from the thoughts gnawing at the edges of my mind. The takeout bags sat on the counter, still warm, and I already knew which one was mine. He’d gotten
“You were made to be mine.” I tore the robe from her body and relished the sound of fabric splitting. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and flipped her around so that her back was flush against my chest. Sweeping an arm out, I cleared my desk of everything, earning a gasp from Anast
I kept moving, my senses stretched as far as they could go. A soft shuffle, nearly undetectable, had me turning left. I continued to follow the hall, turned again, then stopped when I saw her.At the very end of the hallway, bathed in shadows and pale slants of moonlight, was my wife. She was hardly
CaiusUpon returning home, I had one of the few remaining staff draw Anastasia a bath. The woman spent most of her time in there. Not that I paid much attention.Only I did.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t counting the minutes she spent in there, listening for the hum of that fucking t