Grace Harper has always been unwanted—until fate binds her to the cold, powerful Lycan King. As secrets unravel and danger rises, Grace must face a truth more powerful than love or freedom: she wasn’t born to escape her past… she was born to rewrite it. And the king who never wanted her might be the one who can’t let her go.
Fenris materializes beside me, his massive form condensing into something more mundane-at first glance he appears to be a large black dog rather than a monstrous wolf. Even his ethereal blue glow has dimmed to almost nothing, just the faintest shimmer visible only if you know to look for it. Remember-calm and unthreatening, Fenris says…
I gasp, finally drawing air. “What are you doing here?” The words are shrill and tinny, but at least they come out. Caine’s eyes narrow, scanning my face, my hair, my body. His nostrils flare slightly. “Your hair is blonde.” (5) It’s like deja vu, the way he comments on my appearance. My hand flies…
“We know I’m human. Alpha Brax brought me here. I was a minor, so it isn’t like I had much choice. What else is there to look into?” Caine stiffens, his shoulders squaring. “There are things I need to look into,” he mumbles, still without a real explanation. “Your involvement…” O When he trails off,…
she says through her stretch, voice unconcerned. “May as well be comfortable.” “Are we in danger?” This is the most important question. She sighs. “No. You’re not in danger.” (0) I notice how she says I’m not, but she doesn’t say we’re not. (3) “Are they looking for you or me?” Lyre turns her head…
“Just a few minutes, High Alpha.” His voice sounds raspy, drained. “My seekers will find her if she’s within my range.” I look him over, noting how his hand trembles against the counter. His face has flushed an alarming shade of red, and the vein in his temple pulses visibly beneath his skin. All this…
“Of course not.” Lyre points her finger at me. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re doing this on purpose. Be strong of mind, Grace. Don’t lower your head for just anyone. You’re a queen, you know” I blink. Her strange behavior aside, the lines she’s spouting now belong on some sort of TV melodrama. “You’re…
“Overnight. It wasn’t as bad as you’d think.” Of course, then there was the next night… And the next… 2 Lyre hums thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving mine as she passes me a container of lo mein. “Interesting. You had your wrist wrapped when we met, right? And it’s still bruised a few days later.”…
I’ve never healed faster than a wolf, and I have no powers to my name. There’s no superhuman strength or speed hiding in this body of mine. Even if I had some wounds heal a little faster than what might be considered normal, so what? Stranger things have happened in this world. 2) I grab…
He scrambles after me like a kicked puppy, keeping a careful distance as we exit my quarters. Grace’s room sits on the opposite side of the lodge-a deliberate choice on my part, though now the distance feels like punishment. To myself. The corridor stretches long between us, punctuated by wolves going about their duties. Each…
“You can’t follow me into the women’s bathroom.” “I wouldn’t have stayed-“ Dropping my hands, I snap, “That’s not the point!” His mouth clicks shut, before he finally mutters, “I was just worried.” Somehow, despite Andrew being the one in the wrong, I’m the one who feels guilty. “Just-stay away from me. Go back to…