JerichoI put my thumb and forefinger between my lips and whistle. The sharp, piercing, sound travels across my territory, summoning the warriors I posted to protect the girls.“Take Spirit Shawna home,” I say to their Delta. “Stay with her until either Gamma Victor or I return.”“Yes, Alpha,” the D
JerichoAmalie’s tongue darts out and she licks a few stray crumbs from her lips. I shift around uncomfortably when I imagine that sweet little tongue in my mouth.I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and stare at the girl who is supposed to be my mate. She is so young. She’s barely had any time to ex
AmalieThe days come and go. I’ve never found so much joy in my life before. Every morning, I’m excited to join Jericho and Shawna, and every afternoon I’m disappointed that our time together has come to an end.True to her word, Gayle hasn’t said anything to anyone. I found out through the Omegas,
Amalie It feels like old times. Gathering around our splintery old table to eat my mother’s bad food and washing it down with cheap wine so we won't hurt her feelings. She was a warrior once and never took to housekeeping. Unfortunately for us, her cooking skills didn't improve over the years. But
AmalieI hold my breath while I wait for my family to realise someone’s on the way. I put my drink down without taking a sip. On our wedding day, Easton frowned at me when I drank more than half a glass of the exquisite Champagne Alpha Landon served that night. If he smells alcohol on my breath, he
EastonI despise sitting in the tiny little cottage with the threadbare, rickety furniture, the old box television against the wall, and the splintery coffee table.There’s barely enough space for me in their tiny living room, let alone the Cravens. I want to take Amalie and bring her home, but I ha
JerichoI take my usual seat on the balcony, my feet up on one of the other chairs while I sip on my whiskey.“Amalie needs us,” Zephyr whispers in my head. “He’s back.”I know. I felt Easton’s return several hours ago, but Amalie was all right, relaxed and happy. She isn’t anymore. She’s tense, ner
JerichoI sit at the kitchen table, tapping my nail on the wood. It’s the same table we had in our old pack house. I brought it with me because it held so many good memories. From my childhood all the way up to the day Harriet died.Every morning, we’d sit at this table, having coffee, laughing and
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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