Dear readers, I apologize for the lack of an update this week so far. It’s been a wild couple of days, from traveling out to a different city to get another valid ID (the one I had was rejected) to having to deal with some other personal issues. But I’m back now, and feeling much better too with some much needed clarity. There’ll be more updates coming in this week, and I won’t say much else except that things are about to explosively pick up in the next couple of updates. Hold on tight! PSA: MBTA has an audiobook out on the GoodFM app (it’s currently trending at no.5!) and I, for one, think the voices are great. The first four chapters are free to listen, so be sure to give it a try and see if that’s right up your alley.
Hector’s POVWhen Layla told me that she would be working alongside Kane Fairley to sort out the issue with her abilities, I hadn’t been happy about it, but the look in her eyes had stopped me from raising a fuss.It was pretty clear that the lack of progress she’d made in her sessions with Evangeli
Gaius was capable, but going off the last message Carlos sent me, tensions had started to rise back home and only my presence would stop them from bubbling over and erupting—I NEEDED to be back.These were the thoughts running through my mind when I rounded the corner in the hallways leading up to m
Hector’s POVIn the moments after Malcolm had finished speaking, while his request was setting in I considered both of the Holloways seated on either side of the room. They stared at each other, then me, and as the seconds passed without an answer from me they shared a second meaningful look. Then
He trailed off, watching to see my reaction as his words sank in. I asked what he was insinuating, and he chuckled.“Do you truly believe it to be coincidental that Kane would succeed in diagnosing my granddaughter and curing her of her afflictions where his mother, an arguably more gifted Mind Work
Layla’s POVEven with my eyes closed tightly shut; I could practically see the smug grin on Kane’s face as he carted away yet another unsuccessful item that’d failed to pry free a memory from the sealed recesses of my mind. “Patience, my eager little pupil,” he said in a voice several octaves deepe
The rest soon followed—the rattle and shutter of a truck engine starting up, with the air smelling of exhaust and gasoline, and grease from the kitchen.There was a plate stacked high with pancakes and waffles in front of me, drizzled completely in syrup. We were at a nearly deserted truck stop, and
My heart hammered in my ribcage as she opened the car door and reached for me, and I shied away but she took my face in her arms.“Oh, my love,” she began, her eyes growing moist. “I’m sorry, you weren’t meant to see any of that.” She continued. “The very bad man can’t harm us anymore, my sweet gir
Layla’s POVAt first I thought that I had misheard, but that was not the case. What was happening could simply be explained as the fact that my brain failed to immediately grasp the enormity of Hector’s message. Until, without warning, it did.My body grew stiff, as an image of Anya flashed through
Dear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre
For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h
Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the
This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar
Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden
“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros
Hector’s POV The Sanguis Pack conference hall was more packed than I had ever seen it. It teemed with visiting werewolves from all over the globe, all seated, and as the sounds they made traveled to me (chairs creaking, the steady drone of air conditioning, and people with heads close together sp
My whole body felt as taut as a string, and tears stung my eyes as I watched her let her emotions settle. “Sorry about that,” my mother apologized after some time, swallowing. I noticed her hands in her laps, trembling. “I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.” She paused to gather her thoughts b
Layla’s POV With a tucked-in T shirt, denim jeans, and hair cropped just below her chin, Elaine Holloway looked much better than she had when I last saw her… which wasn’t that high of a bar when I actually thought about it. I mean, she had been standing next to the man who kept her captive for al