“Yes,” I say automatically.“And yet you think I’d prefer someone more like Magnolia.”“How the fuck do you do that?” I ask.“What?”“This thing where you...read my mind.”“I just know you, I know where your head goes.” He breaks our mind link. “There’s an ablution over there,” he says and points to
AmalieI give Linda a wide-eyed look. “We should get out there. Jericho will destroy them,” I whisper urgently.“You think?” she asks. "I should probably...Do you think he'll need help?"I can see her chomping at the bit to go out there and fight along with the rest of the warriors. “Go,” I tell her
AmalieThe white light feels like it's trying to consume us. It's not like the light I cast on the day Easton died. This one is filled with hatred. It's death. Pure and simple.Jericho curls his entire body around me, pressing me hard into the ground, so he absorbs all of the light instead of me. He
“I- is that why you threw yourself on top of me?” I ask. “When that weird white light thing happened?”“It was a killing curse,” Vera says.“And yes, that’s why I did it,” Jericho adds. “You wouldn’t have survived it.”Vera stares at me, turning her head this way and that. “No, I think she would hav
JerichoI hand the keys to Stephen and tell him to drive. I need to check in with Brent and Victor to hear how things are going back at Breaking Dawn. I decide to mind link with Victor first. My Gamma is absolutely pissed at me for leaving him at Hallowed Moon to babysit the warriors while we’re go
JerichoI can’t stay in this place. The magic here is so strong and destructive that it makes me nauseous. I don’t know how Amalie and Vera can stand it without getting sick.We quietly watch as the Deltas get back in their cars and drive off, leaving us by ourselves with our SUV. “Let’s get the fuc
AmalieI was so stupid. I truly thought I could do it without the backup of my fellow spirits. Vera even agreed with me. She somehow established a telepathic connection with me and told me to try it. Jericho never suspected a thing.Vera was as sure as I was that I could slip in and out of Lupus D
JerichoI allow Amalie to cry until her tears dry by themselves. I’ve seen her cry before, but I’ve never seen her break down like this. It’s as if it all has suddenly become too much for her, and she finally gave in to all the terror she’s had to endure these last six months.When she’s done, I le
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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