He didn’t know if it was real, if freedom was something you could earn or win after a long, hard fight, or if it was just an illusion. But he decided it didn’t matter. Only...

I didn’t do anything wrong. I swear.’He grunted. ‘Like I’ve never heard that before. Funny, but I expected a little more originality from Moira’s daughter.”Yeah, well, the dog ate my notebook with all my good...

He kissed her, and something moved between them, an unspoken bond pulling them together over what they had gone through and what they would face. But those memoires and thoughts faded away until there was...

Sit. Wait.”Did I mention werewolves were chatty?