Amalie Jericho’s mood doesn’t improve at all while we plant Easton. It grows darker and darker with each shovelful of dirt that lands on the casket. “It is done,” Gayle says with a sigh and turns from the still open grave. “I am free.” “You are indeed,” Jericho says. “I need you to show me the ro
In the corner of the room, he stops and taps the floorboard with the tip of his shoe. He squats next to it, pulls a pocket knife out of his trousers, and slides it between the boards, easily lifting that section out. “Ooooh,” he sighs. It’s a sound that tears my heart out. The grief that washes ove
AmalieI do what Jericho had done so many times over the last couple of months. I sit on a rock and watch him as he digs a grave for his son. Brent and Tor wanted to stay and help, but he sent them away.Technically, he sent me away too, but I’m taking a leaf out of his book and ignoring his command
JerichoTor mind links with me as I get out of the shower to inform me that he’s taking Amalie downn to the dungeon to talk to Adele. Under any other circumstances, I probably wouldn't have allowed it, but Amalie can't sit still and do nothing. Interrogating Adele will keep her busy. My mate wants
JerichoI stagger home like a drunk man. I’m on my last fucking legs. I shouldn't have gone to Esmy's tonight. I pushed myself way past my limit. Emotionally, physically, and mentally, I'm absolutely drained.I might as well have stayed home and gotten drunk for all the use I’ll be if something happ
AmalieMe and my big mouth.I stare at my mate who is looking up at me with mischievous little devils playing in his eyes.I really don’t know what to do next.Adele didn’t tell me what Jericho is. I figured it out by myself. The rapidly ageing she-wolf yammered on about her time at Lupus Dominus, a
Jericho **TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of abortion. Views are those of the characters' not the author's.** As soon as I step out of the steamy bathroom, Amalie bolts upright. “Okay, I’m up,” she says with her eyes still shut. I laugh softly and step into my underpants. “Are you?” I ask. “Where are
**TRIGGER WARNING: Depictions of self-harm**JerichoI decide to give Amalie another hour to sleep. Before we leave there’s one loose end I need to tie up in case I die before I can come back. I have to deal with Maggie. Leaving Amalie to do it would be unconscionable. It’s too big for her, and no
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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