Jericho “Will you be able to handle the wedding?” Brent, my Beta asks. I tap the side of my head, indicating that he has to use our mind link, and nod. “I’m fine.” Victor, my Gamma, jumps in on the hidden conversation. “Are you? I mean, this is where they died.” Harriet, my mate, and Malcolm, my
“Jericho!” Brent says angrily. I sigh and lean back in my chair, sipping on the hot coffee. “Yes. Fuck.” “You are distracted,” Tor accuses me. “I’m fine.” I lean forward and rest my arms on the table. “We made a pact. Relax.” “So you’re still willing to risk Amalie’s life?” Brent asks. “Yes,” I
Amalie The day of my wedding dawns bright and clear. It’s going to be a gorgeous day. Spring is in full bloom, and the territory is alive with colour. I feel as if the weather is betraying me today. It should be a dreary, rainy day. This is too beautiful a day to waste on Easton Marquis. I have n
Gayle booked a whole team of stylists to do me up for the wedding tonight, but for now, for this one last time, my sister gets to do it. ** “Are you ready, Nugget?” my dad asks. His left leg is lame and his right arm doesn’t work anymore, but he stands tall and proud next to me. I haven't seen hi
Jericho My wolf’s powerful legs carry me forward, taking me deeper and deeper into the woods. His footing is sure and steadfast as we leap over fallen trees and soundlessly dash through the underbrush. I’ve been running for hours, forcing myself to put as much distance between Hallowed Moon and my
A tear slips out and rolls down her cheek. Oh, Goddess, I hope it’s not Magnolia. Brent returns with a healer who is carrying a bag with her. My Beta hands me a pair of shorts that look way too small. I gently lay Amalie down and step away so the healer can examine her while I dress. I squeeze in
Jericho “Now you want to help?” Amalie asks. “Three days ago when I told you I don’t want to marry Easton, you sent me back to him.” Guilt eats my guts like a hungry caterpillar. Brent and Victor both stare at me, the accusation open in their eyes. They won’t challenge me on it in front of Amalie.
I try not to think about it anymore, but the questions will always remain. Did they make her watch? Did she see our son die? “I didn’t know….Is that why Easton kicked me when I asked about her?” I smirk. “Yes. That is also why Landon didn’t invite me to your wedding.” “I’m glad you were there. It
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JerichoI look at Amalie where she sits on the windowsill, watching the flurries of snow drifting past the window. It’s a quiet, peaceful winter. We’re snowed in, and we will be for the foreseeable future. I welcome the reprieve, but Amalie’s going a little stir crazy.It’s time to tell her about o
AmalieMaggie’s wedding is beautiful. She is radiant in her blue and silver gown. She decided to forego the traditional white and gold gown, claiming that she had no right to wear it, but the blue suits her perfectly.In the absence of our father, Jericho walks her down the aisle. A knot forms in my
“She’s in heat. She’s ready.”If only life was as simple as our wolves wanted it to be. “Her body is. Her mind isn’t. She trusts us. If we don’t keep our word, she’ll stop trusting us. Is that what you want?”He goes quiet, but flee to the back of our consciousness where he can sulk in peace. The s
JerichoA nesting she-wolf doesn’t want to stray far from her nest. In the old days, long before we understood fated mates and lived like savages, a she-wolf’s heating cycle was one of her most vulnerable times. She’d built a nest for herself and her partner, a place where they’d be safe from other
JerichoThe last three months passed in a blissful haze of peace and quiet, although it made a massive dent in my finances. It doesn’t matter. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that you can always find ways to make more money, but finding peace - that is much harder to come by t
Amalie“I’ve always wanted a fall wedding,” Magnolia sighs wistfully, and sits at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.She has a huge folder with her. It contains all her ideas and plans for her upcoming wedding. We’ve been back home for three months now. Summer is behind us, and winter is fast
AmalieOur last night at the compound is a restless one. Neither Jericho, nor I, get much sleep. My thoughts are with Shawna at first, thinking about what she must be going through. I hope that Brent treats her gently, alhough a big part of me knows that he will. He loves her too much to hurt her on
AmalieI find Shawna sitting outside at a little picnic table. The compound is actually quite nice and peaceful now that all the unsavoury elements have been removed. That prevailing sense of dread that hung over the place is gone. Jericho purged it somehow.It reminds me a little of a holiday reso