“Me too…”|-_-|Healing really did have a lot to do with forgiving…and when Jake finally forgave himself for everything…when he finally looked at it from the perspective of the past, his life got better. It took him months, but those months felt like days with Delilah by his side. She was like the
Jeovanni looked at the beauty that surrounded him. It was his first time here and yet it wasn’t his hard work that made it happen…once again, it was Quinn’s. The shadow that made all of his achievements possible. His pack survived only because she was a part of it and even after she left, she was s
She didn’t look at him for long, but he could see the recognition in those mesmerizing eyes. She knew who he was…and yet she…she ignored him? Why? And this aura she possessed…what was it? She wasn’t a werewolf…but her presence was strong. If she was the River Adams Zayd spoke of, then what exactly
And then she trudged through the door. Her words hurt, but Jeo followed her anyway, stopping when they made it to a door opposite to the one they just walked through. She sighed, turning to face him with eyes nonchalant and fierce; kind of like Quinn’s. “May I ask why you’re following me?” Jeo cl
Two weeks after the meet and greet, an official meeting was called and surprisingly, Jeo was to attend. He wasn’t exactly sure why Zayd wanted him to be present, he’d never been a part of something like this before…considering the size and the rank of his pack… He was sure this had something to do
She took a seat in the last empty chair around the table without Zayd even having to tell her to. “I thought this alliance was about unity and peace, but there is no peace or unity when my people have to be on constant lookout for your next strike. We’ve withstood enough of this, if another mutt wal
Before Quinn could respond, Jeo quickly stood to his feet, holding a hand up. “I’ll do it…! I’ll do it…” His impatient yell and then whispered words gained him everybody’s attention, their eyes swung his way, all summing him up as though he’d gone mad. “Did you really just volunteer? Do you want
Jeo came to a sudden stop in the woods he’d intruded. He could smell stale blood…stale werewolf blood. He could also smell the venomoons that resided behind the invisible lines that marked their borders. He couldn’t see it, but somehow, he could tell exactly where their lands started, and he didn’