JerichoI stand outside Easton’s cell and listen to Amalie trying to break Easton. He’ll never confess. Not in the way she wants him to, and not with her methods. Easton is a trained Alpha. However much I hate him, I have to give the devil his dues - he’s strong. With the amount of silver and the p
Amalie“Do you believe me now?” I ask Maggie.My sister defiantly shoves out her chin and shakes her head. “Jericho made him say those things. He used magic or something,” she whispers.“Jericho doesn’t have magic.”“Well…he’s not normal, is he? He did something to Easton, I just know it.”I’m frust
"Lady Adele begged me for it. The society is powerful,” Easton says. “They’ll get their hands on Amalie sooner or later. They will make her suffer.”“They’ll have to go through me first," Jericho say with a menacing growl.I glance at Maggie again. Tears are streaming down her face, but I don’t know
I am truly all alone. With nothing and no one to rescue me.It’s like a boulder landing on me from a great height, pinning me to the ground. The weight of it is unbearable.A young woman with reddish-brown hair walks up to Amalie. Another fucking spirit. They put their heads together, foreheads touc
AmalieJericho was wrong. It isn’t death that brings the darkness, it’s revenge. Yet, I was still terrified of killing Easton because I didn't know if my intentions were pure. I wanted him to die so he'd stop suffering, but I aslo wanted him dead because I hated him, and didn't think he deserved to
It’s not as bad as it was yesterday, but I have a feeling it will linger for a while. Annoying, but not unbearable.I slide my hand under my shirt, seeking out the mark Easton left there, but it’s gone. My skin is smooth and unmarred. It didn’t even leave a scar. “The bond is dead,” Edira says. “Ade
JerichoI sit with Brent on a fallen tree while Amalie and the other spirits lie down and join hands.Here, at home, they’ll be much stronger than they were back at Stonewood where everything was dead. Spirits draw their strength from nature and their pack, and Breaking Dawn is alive, bristling with
Jericho“Not here,” I say and lift Amalie to her feet.She’s weak. Much weaker than the others, and she can barely stand. She slips her arms around my neck and melts into me. I can feel her using my strength to hold herself upright.I glance at Shawna who is hanging like a limp ragdoll in Brent’s ar
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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