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
AmalieI bolt upright in bed when Jericho enters and sniff the air. “Why do you smell like Maggie?” I ask.“The right question is why do you notice it?” Jericho answers with a chuckle. He’s right. My senses are improving by the day. They were always better than a human's, but not on a wolf's level,
AmalieI quietly listen while Jericho clues me in on what happened while I was sleeping, blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside our house and pack. “I thought abortion is illegal,” I remark when he’s done, mostly because I don’t know what else to say.“Not in my pack.”“How does it even work? Do y
JerichoWe hit the road just after lunch. I have a rough idea of where we’re going, but the area surrounding Lupus Dominus is largely unknown. No one has ever gone there, not even humans as far as I know.It’s probably because Harriet and her team used repelling magic to keep unwanted people away. T
JerichoAround midnight, we stop at our first rendezvous point. The warriors are tired and cranky after spending the whole day cooped up in a car, and one by one they disappear to shift so they can run off some of their pent up energy.I chose a secluded place deep in the mountains that can only be
JerichoAmalie’s sitting upright on my side of the tent, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her lips are blue from the cold, despite my jacket hanging around her shoulders. I look at her bare legs and the goosebumps decorating her flawless skin. “Did you bring any trousers?”“Hu- in th-th- the cuh-ha
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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