AmalieI don’t know where else to go, so I return to the pack house and Jericho’s bedroom.He hasn’t returned from the shift yet. I take the time to have a quick shower, washing away the last remnants of Easton's revolting touch.With nothing to wear, I slide into Jericho’s fluffy and way too big ba
AmalieA soft knock on the bedroom door drags us from our perfect moment of quiet bliss. Jericho groans softly and rolls off the bed. “Can you get that?” he asks softly and looks down at his persistent erection. “I’m not exactly fit to receive company.”I laugh at him. “It’s just Shawna.”“Yes,” he
EastonSitting in this silver cell, feeling the pull of the full moon, yet being unable to shift, was pure agony. My wolf howled and scratched at my insides, desperate to be set free, but the silver made it impossible for us to shift.It also prevents me from healing. I’ve been vomiting and pissing
AmalieI’ve only been in Jericho’s pack house once, and I can barely remember it. I love the the tranquil quiet of Jericho’s place. The old kitchen table reminds me so much of the one back home, and I like that we aren’t constantly surrounded by other wolves giving me hateful looks.By the time we
JerichoThere is a lull in every pack after the full moon shift. The grounds are quiet and peaceful. My guards sleepy but on their posts.If humans knew we existed, the day after the full moon would be the perfect time to attack. Luckily for us, every other pack in the world is in the same sleepy st
JerichoAmalie is the one who gets up first and announces that she’s tired. Her first full moon with other spirits - I’m not exactly surprised.Her feet drag on the way back to the pack house, but her eyes are alert and her head swivelling in every direction. “How big is your territory?”“This one?
AmalieAs far as we go, we encounter slumbering wolves. It’s as if they simply gave up and went to sleep where they stood. Somehow, I just know if we don’t find a way to wake them up and get them away from here, they’ll die.Killed by terminal laziness. What a way to go.We stumble out into the brig
AmalieAs far as we go, we encounter slumbering wolves. It’s as if they simply gave up and went to sleep where they stood. Somehow, I just know if we don’t find a way to wake them up and get them away from here, they’ll die.Killed by terminal laziness. What a way to go.We stumble out into the brig
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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