She practically skipped back to her spot, beaming with pride as my mother called for a return to order and signalled at the next person (a veteran in his sixties) to come out for a demonstration. He did, and when a minute passed with no visible reactions from him, it became clear that he had master
Hector’s POV Since Layla had returned from Quebec, it felt like there was an internal clock in my head counting down to an inevitable showdown with Julian Fraser and his cronies. I could feel time running out, and knowing that he was bound to strike soon, I filled my days up to the brim with mee
I could practically hear the cogs in her brain turning as she assessed the situation, but the initial surprise wore off and slowly, her shoulders dipped as she relaxed. Sensing an opportunity, Delphine immediately launched herself at my mate in an attack and from that point on their fight began in
Layla’s POV The last thing I wanted to do was trek across the length of the Pack to the infirmary with Delphine in tow. Luckily, I didn’t have to. The High Priestess walked in front of me instead, and as she did each footfall left a heavy thud in her wake as if to indicate that she was far from
Layla’s POV “What did I ever do to you?” I asked. “I mean, to deserve… all of it.” I hadn’t meant to have the last couple of words come out that way—unsure, like a question—but my heart rate had picked up as soon as the High Priestess looked at me, and all of my thoughts turned to mush. She conti
Layla’s POV They were here. The words became a refrain in my head as I pushed through the chaos of panicked bodies that’d broken out in the clinic since the earth shook. I could feel Delphine running close behind me, but my mind barely registered this fact as I struggled to find a way out Eve
Hector’s POV I could feel all of the blood rushing up into my head as I watched the mayhem unfold in front of me; hear it like the sound of waves crashing against my eardrums as I squinted through the smoke to take in the death zone. Everything had been going as planned before the Hunters rained d
Sameer was dead, and I had felt him go. As this realization was setting in, another followed hotly in its wake. It was an all too familiar sensation of senseless terror that I batted away easily enough, but I knew what it meant and within moments my suspicions were confirmed as Hunters poured int
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