phin

the woman

not-" I started, but

mine. Behind us, tires screeched. The Rogue had regained just enough consciousness to scramble into his ru

ous woman to safety, the tempe

rove the breath from my lungs. His scent-a potent mix of ancient leather and the heavy, ozone-rich soil right before a thun

s weeping grandmother, the lingering stench of the

mine, blazing with absolute di

a's Command; it was a crushin

attacked he

us and shielding the old woman. "A wolfless stray

obbed, reaching out for me as he gently but

orsche vanished into the night, leaving me shivering in the

proved that Kael Blackwoo

their polite smiles vanished, replaced by flimsy excuses. *Blacklisted.* Kael wasn't just exilin

nevieve anymore. I hated Kael. I hated the entire Blackwood bloodl

black mold, cheap bleach, and despair. I paid in cash, locking the flimsy door of room 114 behind me. The

d when a heavy, deliberate knock ech

od ran

anding under the flickering neon light of the walkway was the Lycan from t

had tracked me down himself. He was either a hitman hired by the Blackwoo

ent on the stained carpet, and curled