Neah “Are you sure I can’t do anything to help?” I ask Raven. “It’s really hard to just sit and do nothing.” “No. You need to stay right there. Eric has it handled.” She passes me a glass of orange juice and climbs on to the bed with me. “Have you heard anything from Dane?” I shake my head. It wa
Neah Raven convinces me to stay at the party. She somehow convinces me to sit and do nothing. To let Eric and Klaus keep an eye on Roan while I relaxed. I couldn’t relax. In fact relaxing was the furthest thing from my mind. “I should just kill him!” I whisper for the hundredth time. “Get it ove
“Tell me where he is!” Roan snapped just as my nose is filled with Danes' woody scent. “I’m right here! And I suggest you let go of my mate.” Danes' voice echoes through me. The relief I feel hearing that he is home is unlike anything I have ever felt. I’m dropped as Roan turns to face my mate. Je
Neah “What are you talking about Raven?” I mutter as she tugs me into the house “It’s not her scent.” Raven mutters. She shakes her head avoiding my gaze. “It’s on her. It’s someone she has been near.” “Another Lycan?” “I don’t know, there’s no way to tell the difference. You….when you first cam
“By this Damien guy?” “Yes.” “After what she did to me?” “What she did was horrendous, I am not disputing that. And I am thankful that she didn’t kill you. But just like you are haunted by your parents death, she is haunted by what she did to you.” “Good!” I lie back and stare up at the ceiling
Raven Crap, crap, crap, crap. My feet carry me back and forth, along the corridor of the hospital. As usual it is quiet and gives me some time to think. ‘Will you just chill.’ My Wolf, Midnight, rolls her eyes at me. ‘I am mated to a Lycan! How can I be chill about that?’ ‘Neah is a Lycan.’ ‘S
“Damien is a good guy. He has a dark side like all of us Lycans. It’s funny, it's like we could only become a Lycan if we had a bad past.” She half smiles. “Fucked up, right?” “You really believe that?” “I saw the girl’s arms. Whats her name, Jess? Kids don’t cut themselves like that unless there
Dane Curled up in my arms, Neah rests her cheek on my chest as my fingers trail down her back. The smell of our sex still hovers in the room. No matter how we argued, she couldn’t resist it when I started paying attention to the mark on her neck. For a brief moment, her mind is silent. It felt li