LOGINDear Readers,I would like to take this moment to thank those of you who stuck around to follow along on this adventure.I had the most fun with you guys and exploring this story with you by my side was an amazing experience. Please know that I always try to read every comment, and even if I don't a
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
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
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
AmalieLeaving my body behind to search for Harriet was one of the scariest things I had ever done. When we left Stonewood, Shawna and I would pass the time training. She taught me astral projection, and we even practiced it a few times, but we never strayed far from our bodies.The last time we did







