Out of nowhere, the spirits unleash their energy. A blinding light washes over us like a tsunami. It doesn’t harm my wolves, but it disorientates and weakens our enemies. The hulking wolf on top of my yelps and starts to howl. He falls off me and scratches at his face as the spirits force them to s
JerichoAdele inclines her head in my direction. “Oh, Jericho,” she bites into her lip. “Imagine...the things you could do. The worlds we could conquer. Come with me.”“Yeeaaah. No thanks.”“What is it you desire?” she asks. “Come with me, and I will make it so.”I snort softly in reply. “Do you thi
AmalieBy the time we get back home, it’s as if we never left. The cell phones and laptops we left behind are on chargers, ready to be used. The fridges and pantry had been cleared out and restocked, all the bedrooms were cleaned and the linens replaced.Everything is exactly the same. Except for me
AmalieWhen I wake up, it’s dark, and storming. Rain drums on the roof and it sounds as if the wind is trying to rip the trees from the ground. A bolt of lightning flashes, illuminating the room, and then the deep roar of thunder vibrates through me.I love wild storms like this. It reminds me that
The expression in his eyes changes. They darken. Become feverish. They're ablaze with desire, and barely controlled pure, carnal lust. Do I look at him like that? Like he’s my whole world?He kisses me. Once. Softly. Lips fluttering over mine like the wings of a butterfly. He moves down my body, pl
Jericho groans loudly and shivers. Then he stills.He holds me until he melts into me like quicksilver, fusing our bodies together as one. Letting go of my legs, he falls forward, covering my body with his. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as possible. We are connected. One.
JerichoAmalie almost immediately goes back to sleep. I lie awake in the darkness, one arm behind my head, the other around my mate, while I listen to the storm. When it’s over, the territory will be covered in saplings that were torn from the earth, branches, plants and dead animals that didn’t s
“How do you like your eggs?” Amalie asks, pulling me from my thoughts“I’m not fussy. Any way you make them.”Feeling much better, and like a complete fucking moron, I get in the shower and wash the scent of last night’s sex from my body.My hope was that by sealing our bond, the ones we shared with
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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