“Nykin!” Selene came running toward them, her hair loose and flying about her face as she hurried across the sand. They’d spotted her from the sky, and by the look on her face, whatever she had to tell them wasn’t going to be good. Nykin rubbed his side and across his stom...
How had they ended up here? After the kiss, and the conversation they had in the van, he’d assumed everything was sorted. They had a plan, a flaky-as-fuck plan, but a plan nonetheless. And now this—a complete one-eighty. Fuck.As much as he hated to admit it, a lot of this was probably down to him...
The ride back over the Nalvaq Sea had been virtually silent, the awful events of the day finally taking their toll. Nykin felt the rage simmering in Fimor. He knew Fimor tried to keep a rein on it, but it leaked out through their bond, too much for Fimor to contain. Nykin ...
Nykin pushed his hands away and struggled to sit up. He felt light-headed and took a moment to let the feeling pass before looking up at Ryneq. “I can’t hear him in my head.” He went to rub at where his rider’s sigil should be but stopped when he felt the bandage there ins...
Some of the meat has been carved already, and the hunters already seated around the fire dig in as they chat among themselves. They glance up when Serim and Jerath approach, some looking a little nervous after Jerath growled at them earlier. Although most of the camp are sitting and eating, Jerat...
It radiated out from his wrists, downward, and his whole body trembled with the instinct to shift into his wolf, certain he was in immediate danger. His fangs slipped down effortlessly, a comforting weight on his lower lip, and his claws snicked out, sharp and ready. But that was as far as he got...