Monthly Archives: June 2022

This chapter reverts to the perspective of Leila Moss. I did not appreciate how rough the werewolves were with me, and that’s putting it lightly. Their claws tore my dress and pierced my skin, and they gripped me too tightly. … Continue reading →

The closer I got to my room, the worse the destruction got. My heart pounded at the thought my scent had led them right to the secret door I’d come out of. My bed was a mess of splinters and … Continue reading →

I glared up at the vampire. “Get. Off.” My voice was hoarse, and I found myself barely able to talk. He laughed at me. “Oh, I could never– not even if I wanted to. My master put Xanthus in command … Continue reading →

“Xanthus,” I growled. “The Satyr. That fucking pervert.” Evander nodded and kept walking. “No!” I hissed. “No, you can’t just say that bastard is here and then carry on like everything is going to be fine.” “Stefan, you said you’d … Continue reading →

This chapter shifts to the point-of-view of Stefan Nilsson. Brom found a few things in his wardrobe that fit me that I could also tolerate wearing. Evander brought in a few more pieces from some other room, which I only … Continue reading →

Once I was alone, I got out of the armchair and went into the bedroom, where I let myself fall face-first onto the bed. I had expected it to still be unmade from that morning, but it was as neat … Continue reading →