Unfortunate Roaly Love Revenge

d in her chest like a trapped bird. "Sky!" he choked, the word raw with desperation. He knew she was alive; a fierce certainty warred with the icy dread creeping into his heart. *Poisoned?* His wolf r

it? Would anyone even be there? He ran a hand through his hair, the strands thick and coarse beneath his fingers. *Would they e

against his skin-all were overshadowed by the urgency of Sky's plight. He nuzzled her gently, lifting her onto his back, her

the uneasy truce they'd maintained with the human world for years. As children, they'd been warned, t

st, his face pale in the flickering candlelight. Aston, massive and imposing in wolf form, crouched, his breath a ragged plume in the chill air. He

re of fear and compassion; Making s