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Amalie“No!” My father threw himself in front of Beta Tyler. “You can’t do this. She is just a child.”Beta Tyler glared at my father with cold eyes. Behind him, the blazing red sun rose and cast him in a halo of menacing crimson. “She is eighteen, Archie.”“It’s okay, Daddy,” I said and knelt next
Amalie Easton lowers me to his bed and rushes to the bathroom to get towels and a first aid kit. I’ve never been in his room before. Easton himself forbade it. My face is on fire. Both eyes are nearly swollen shut and my nose aches and throbs along to the beat of my heart. It’s probably not that
Amalie I barely make it home, when my phone starts ringing. I sigh when I look at the caller I.D. Easton. If I don’t answer within seconds, he gets angry. “Hello?” I ask. We tried to establish a mind link, but because of what I am, we couldn’t manage it. He gave me the phone as a gift a few weeks
Amalie Mist swirls around my feet as I trudge through the dark forest in the direction of the training grounds. I have to leave early these days. It takes me more than three hours to walk a path I could run in fifteen minutes a few weeks ago. It’s a rainy, gloomy day. The kind of day that makes yo
Amalie Easton steps over me and goes straight to his wardrobe. “So help me, little girl,” he snarls. “You will learn to obey me.” A sick kind of curiosity forces me to push myself up so I can take a look at what he’s doing. He opens his closet and removes a long, heavy chain with leather cuffs at
Amalie I don’t wait. Easton will be back at any moment, perhaps hoping to find a corpse hanging from the chains. He’ll scent Jericho and my blood, and there’s no way I can explain any of this to him. I ignore the whooping and hollering warriors as I mindlessly make my way through the pack house.
“Alright, my love,” he steps closer and plants a kiss on the top of my head. I have to stop myself from recoiling. “I’ll see you then. Maggie-” he looks over my head at my sister -“you should come to training an hour earlier. You still have much to learn. I’ll spend more time with you. Teach you mys
Dear 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
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