It had been weeks, long weeks since Liam saw Nicole smile. Long weeks since she met his gaze. Long weeks since she was confident in him, and it drove him to the brink of insanity. On another hand, there was Garrett, who seemed to have also lost his mind since his mate Lola was killed, while he surv
He understood her trauma or at least tried to and he longed to hold her, to tell her that she was safe now, but every time he approached her, she shied away, fear flickering in her eyes. It hurt him to see her so scared of him. He wanted to reach out to her, but he didn't know how to make her feel
Liam stood up, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, James. You don't understand." He growled.James held up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, Liam. I didn't mean to upset you. But you have to focus on the pack. We need you."Liam stared at James for a long momen
As planned, Liam smoked out the traitors' dwelling within Dark Moon. After his talk with James, he forced himself to discard his emotions, overwhelming him and putting his pack together again.Liam used his bond with the Dark Moon to locate those who weren't connected; the traitors, and then he sent
Liam allowed himself to return to his human form and then stepped closer, picking up an axe and keeping it at the ready. Liam might have been in human form, but his wolf was very much in control. His eyes were golden orbs that saturated his surroundings with raw and unfiltered dominance."I don't th
James nodded in understanding. "Alright, I'll take you to her. But be careful, Alpha. She's still afraid of you."Liam nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He followed James through the forest, his mind racing with thoughts of Nicole.As they approached the cabin where Nicole was staying, Liam's
"It was just a dream. It was just a dream." Nicole muttered under her breath.She hated it, and she hated that she was like that. Every day was a battle, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of fear and pain. She missed her wolf, the part of her that was strong and fearless and hated herself
Her chest was still constricted from all the pain, but there was something new, like a freeing outlet. Was it his mark? Maybe it was the strength in his eyes or the kindness in his voice. Or maybe it was the way he seemed to understand her without her even having to speak. All she knew was that she