Life bustled around in the forest, dark and steady. Okay. She could do this. She had to do this. A backpack weighed heavily across her shoulders, but she held on tight. Survival lay in the worn canvas. Terrent wandered out the side exit, his gaze taking in the training field. Thick boots covered ...
Dark rock covered the floor and matching counters held tons of machines she couldn’t identify. A couple of pretty watercolors depicting forest scenes had been attached to the rough walls. They failed to calm her down. She eyed the door. “A mating is forever, right?” “Yes.”...
He frowned. “No, you’re not.” No way in hell was his youngest brother going into a mind-battle with the demons. Jase still carried the scars from fighting and killing when a mere teenager—a fact that plagued the king daily. “My job is on the front lines, Dage.” “I’m aware of that.” Dage flicked h...
Kalin wasn’t sure why, but he liked that about her. Nothing special, no extra abilities, surely not someone he could take back to camp. Yet, she fought death like an animal. Yet in the end, she’d taken her last breath. Even her God wouldn’t save her, further proof of the damnation of this silly, ...