Amalie I barely listen to Easton while he goes off on me. It’s just more of the same bullshit and threats anyway. I’m too busy scanning the surrounding woods, looking for danger. Surely, by now, someone has stumbled across Tyler’s body. “Is that clear, Amalie?” The sound of my name yanks me bac
JerichoI watch as Amalie leaves the cottage through the back. She slams the door so hard that one hinge breaks off, leaving the door to dangle there like a broken limb.I was close enough to hear her entire fight with Magnolia. I don’t have siblings, so I don’t understand her blind loyalty to Maggi
JerichoIt takes a lot for me to get drunk, but today, more than any other day, I feel the need to drink myself into oblivion. I sent Amalie straight into the jaws of the shark, while I’m sitting here, safe and sound in my pack house, as I slowly drink myself into a coma, wallowing in self-pity, whi
I shake my head and eye the half-empty bottle of whiskey. I’m not even buzzed yet. “Not completely. It will be an incomplete bond. I don't think I can love her, not the way she deserves....It’s not fair to her.”“You underestimate yourself,” Tor says, his tone a little milder, less accusatory. “Comp
AmalieI can’t sleep.The pack house is busier than I’ve ever seen or heard it. After Delta Ira told Gamma Piers what Jericho had said, they started to search the pack house. They’ve been finding hidden Omegas left and right. Omegas that were kicked out of the pack, or destined for the slave market
“Yes, yes,” Piers interrupts. “She does nothing but sit around all day anyway. She might as well make herself useful.”Yolanda looks like she wants to cry, and I can’t help but come to her defence, “Forgive me, Gamma,” I say, “but pregnancy is hard on a she-wolf’s body. She is doing something. She’s
AmalieNot every wolf is entitled to a grand send-off like Beta Tyler. Warriors and Omegas are usually just thrown on the pyre and remembered only by their families.Judging by the list Piers gave me, Tyler will get a funeral as lavish as my wedding. A three-day affair of lamenting and sob stories a
AmalieI wake up on the sofa in Luna Gayle’s parlour. When I open my eyes, I look straight into Yolanda’s terrified face. “How did I get here?” I ask, and try to sit up but I still feel woozy and sick. I groan and lie back down, clutching my head. Is Easton still going at it? Why the hell do I sti
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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