We would rather be safe than sorry when it comes to Michael’s safety.Kane leads me around the dancefloor smoothly for our first dance. I had to endure months of dance lessons for this. Kane has decades of experience and he puts it to show as we glide around the room. Dancing with him is like a drea
EmoryI make my way down the stairs, trying not to trip on the hem of the green gown I’m wearing. It’s sleeveless with flowers embroidered on the bodice. I feel quite pretty, and I’m a little bit disappointed my husband won’t be able to see me. I’ve taken extra care with my appearance, curling my ha
I look at the expensive watch on my wrist. It was a present from Kane for our third year wedding anniversary. “You have less than twenty minutes to get dressed or our mother will disown you.”“Moon Goddess be damned,” he yelps out, quickly swimming back to shore. He grabs his clothes and shoes but
That makes sense. Not everyone was thrilled when my sister married him. The animosity between our species has lessened over the last few years, but it’ll take time before we could be considered friendly. The Alphas have been tolerating Kane’s presence in Moon Grove, but they’ve made it clear that it
EmoryI’ve seen the mating process before, and it’s always fascinating to watch. The way they stare into each other’s eyes and that awareness they have of the other person in the room. It can be felt even before a shifter comes of age and meets their wolf. Years ago, when I met Kane for the first ti
I pause from loading Emory’s luggage into the town car so I can glare at her. “You don’t get to judge me. You got pregnant before you even knew Kane was your mate.”Emory flicks me in the ear making me yelp in pain. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Coit Moonraker. I’m still your Alpha.”I clutc
Darius has met his mate. She turned out to be the granddaughter of Alpha Nigel of the Bluecrest Pack. They married two years ago and have a child of their own. I’m happy for them, and I’m glad everything turned out well in the end.Kane’s eyebrows furrow. “If mates are supposed to be the perfect per
EmoryI knock on the door of Lola’s bedroom. There’s loud music playing from inside. When I don’t hear a response, I knock on the door again. There’s still no response.“Lola?” I call out. “It’s me. Can I come in?”“What do you want?” she demands.“I’m back from Moon Grove. I just wanted to see you.
Michael“Michael! MICHAEL!” Emelda’s voice rips through the gloom just as I’m about to reach my front door. I’m in my wolf form, my dark brown, nearly black, coat dusted with beads of mist as I turn on the top step to look down at the vampire rushing in my direction. She’s soaking wet and moving at
FayeI’m sitting against plush pillows feeling like myself again, whoever that is. My memories are still hazy, but I’m starting to remember key things. My name is Faye. I’m twenty. I like to read, draw, and play the piano. I’m actually very good at playing piano. I like the color pink, even though i
MichaelI carefully pluck Matilda’s cold fingers from my shirt. “Where’s your fiance?”“Hell if I know,” she replies smoothly, her full lips curving at the edges. “Not around, obviously. He’s keeping his distance.”I want to say that I don’t blame him. Something about her makes me want to crawl out
I whirl and sink against the door, fuming, holding my face in my hands while I listen to Emelda’s voice drop to something soft and gentle while the nameless girl moans as if she’s in pain. The girl starts sobbing, begging Emelda for help, and it’s my undoing. Emelda is right. Whatever this tugging
MichaelEmelda silently returns to the kitchen with her tray of tonics and potions and sets them on the counter, wordlessly scribbling doses in the black leather notebook she’s been carrying around in her pocket since the night I met the witch-turned-vampire seven years ago. I lean against the coun
FayePrince Michael sits on the side of the bed. I edge closer, holding his gaze like I’m in a trance. I can hear his heart thumping even from this distance. I can hear his blood rushing in his veins. His scent is warm and overwhelmingly comforting, adding to the dizzy feeling cascading over my body
Faye“Wait,” I beg, scooching across wet grass, my palms broken and bruised from the gravel on the road. “Why? Why are you doing this?”Another blow to my chest has me curling into the fetal position. Rain pelts my face–sharp, and cold. The dress my mother spent weeks perfecting is torn from my body
MichaelIt’s the middle of the night when I walk up to my doorstep. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but Ravenfell is foggy, cool, and only slightly damp tonight. I open the door to quiet darkness. A light switches on upstairs, illuminating the second floor landing as I step into the foyer, holding
FayeIt’s raining. I watch a raindrop roll down the window, absorbing its companions. The rest of the world is a dark blur as I press my fingertips to the window, finding the glass cold. Someone touches my thigh in the darkness, murmuring something under their breath. Soon, the world comes into view