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
Amalie"Everyone," Jericho's command echoes in my head. "Return. We stay together."Everything happens very fast. The wolves sort themselves into groups without Jericho needing to tell them what to do or how. They are organised and militant in their approach. Even the spirits know what to do.Jeric
JerichoI watch over my mate while she floats on the pond. The water is freezing, but she’s in no hurry to get out.I can’t say I blame her. Earlier, when I came here to wash, I didn't want to get out either.I could kick myself. I should never have taken my pack to Stonewood. Nico made no secret of
JerichoNuzzling against Amalie's soft, warm neck I deeply breathe her in, absorbing her scent and the sound of her steady heartbeat.The waterfall raging from above matches the sound of the blood rushing through my ears. I concentrate on that sound, drowning out the nagging doubt by the still pers
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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