I stop the large black Jeep Emory and my mom gifted me for my eighteenth birthday. I decide against bringing any of the pack with me, wanting to make this a more casual visit. This is not a diplomatic trip where I have to represent my pack. I’m just a guy visiting a girl at her family home.At least
Turns out, Jake and I are the same size as his clothes fit me fine. His hunting boots are also a good fit. It’s a simple outfit consisting of jeans, a plaid button down and a green vest. Comfortable and functional.I join Lydia downstairs where she smiles over at me.. “Are you ready to go?” she asks
CoitAlpha Gerald leads the hunting party. He moves quickly and efficiently for a wolf of his age. Aside from the silver running through his dark fur, he’s as agile and healthy as his son and grandsons. I don’t know where he gets all this energy from.I’m at the back of the group with Lydia. Because
“This is coming from the guy that punched a wall because his ex-girlfriend spread a rumor he has a small penis,” Lydia declares, clearly to everyone.Scott stares Tommy down. “You know that’s not true. You’ve seen it.”Tommy shrugs. “It was so long ago. I can’t recall. Don’t try to show us now!”“Do
I’ve pointed out to her that we’ve had sex in our bedroom which has her personal collection of books. That was a mistake. She made me sleep on the couch in the living room that night. Ever since then I’ve never mentioned that again.“I know,” I reply, resigned to my fate. “Even though it could be fu
LexCastle Blackmoor is filled with activity as servants prepare the gardens for a party. People have been up early cooking food and decorating the gardens with balloons and streamers. Unlike their previous ruler I’m not prone to having trivial parties all year round. I try to avoid unnecessary expe
The food is prepared and ready to be served. On tables there are an array of snacks for the children such as chicken nuggets, little sandwiches, and crackers. Most of the tables are set up with goblets for blood, since that is mostly what we consume, but on a day like this, we will also celebrate wi
“I remember.”As a second son, my hand in marriage hadn’t been as coveted. My parents hadn’t bothered with getting me engaged for political purposes as a child. By the time my father died and Kane became the new king, he didn’t bother using me as a pawn that way. I have been grateful as I might have
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