Who do you think is at the borders? Updates daily.
As Eli and I head to the border, I have an idea of what this is. Over the past couple of months, both Cara and Angel have had, mostly vampires but other supernaturals as well, come to pledge their allegiance to the Guardians of the Realm, as they call us. Word of Angel's imprisonment and the Guardia
“Look at his fur.” “It looks so soft.” “He smells like the forest.” “I wonder if he tastes like the forest.” The twins continue their assessment of Alexander while he sits and stares back at them, enjoying the attention. “I bet he’s warm.” “So warm.” They flit close enough that Alexander reache
Fucking woodland sprites. I’ve never met a sprite before, and I could have gone my entire life without that shitshow. Of course, now, Grace has offered to let them spend time with our wolves. I'll have to order the patrols to stay on their watch and not go off having literal quickies with these damn
A couple of days after we met the woodland sprites, we got word that Angel had her baby. A beautiful, healthy baby boy that they named after her father and Clint, who had acted like a second father to her. Eli had me spar with the tournament contestants until he made his final cuts. We ended up wit
I raise my voice. “All sprites are welcome to take refuge on our land. I am the Guardian of the Realm. I and my pack will protect you. Get to the packhouse, find someone to show you to a bunker. Go now!” I command and as one, the nearly 100 sprites race past our borders, headed to the packhouse. Al
I call for help and more pack members come to assist with the injured. Several of our wolves are unconscious and many are not healing because of bullet wounds. Only one looks to have been injured severely and I send him back to the pack first. I’m worried about Grace, but she seems unperturbed by t
“What do you mean?” “Sprites are gentle, fragile creatures. When their bodies are injured so horribly, they lose faith in the goodness of life and give up any desire to live. When that happens, their light goes out. Unless they have someone who can help them to feel love and happiness again, they w
The whole situation between Thomas and Tula was stressful and bizarre. I’m thankful to my mate, who really doesn’t like the sprites, for calling King Ailduin and finding out how to save Tula. As Thomas leaves, taking Tula with him to his room at the packhouse to recover, I turn to my mate. “Have I