Just one word, drifting in the air like a lost feather looking for a place to rest. But just that one word held more significance to me than a million poems ever written, a thousand love songs ever sung. Now that I let myself enjoy the moment, I found that it was easy. Too easy to lose myself in ...
“Eileen?” “It’s my pack,” she sighed and sat down heavily on a bar stool like her legs couldn’t support her body anymore. Eileen was a werewolf, the same breed as Kieran, but not from the same pack. “What about it?” Why, oh, ...
So loud, my teeth chattered. Dressed in mostly black attire with a black coat procured for me by Marcus from who-knew-where, my hands itched. The hwan-geum had been confiscated at the door by a tall, lanky vampire with shockingly blond hair that looked almost too bright to be real, but had to be,...