In the Shadow of the Past Luna (Lily & James)

I sneer. The female sighs. “Look, we are kidnapped you. We just did not know any other way really 50% that w to get you here. We need your help.” I lift my wrists and then nod at my ankles. The silver cuffs are a great way to say ‘sorry, please help me.” The female…

Lily smiles. “Luke told me that you are not as bad as you seem. From where I sit, you are worse. Should I call Luke a liar as well?” she responds. I ignore Lily’s question. It was rhetorical anyway. “Little Brat, I am not done with my revenge! I will not let you just walk…

“You know why,” Rose responds. “Look, you need to know that Nick is here. He is about to bring your father in. Please pretend that you are still unconscious. I will help you. Just trust me, please.” “Okay, Rose. I do not think I can open my eyes again anyway. Or speak. It hurts too…

s We start Stephanie’s memorial event at 12:02 pm. We would have started sooner, but the Little Brat was not helping Nick and her father get her adjusted in her seat; she kept flopping over. They eventually had to swap out her folding chair for a chair that reclines so that they could get her…

“Shut up, Wolf. Go back to your moping session,” I scold Luke. I feel a little bad for scolding him -we generally have a very good relationship- but his obsession with the Little-Brat is getting tiring, and it is not logical or appropriate. Luke simply needs to get over it. 2 “Are you sure, James?…

I respond sarcastically. “Get her here.” “Man, I “NO, MORE. EXCUSES.” “Okay, okay. I get it. But I think I am going to need to carry her. I will need help to avoid aggravating her injuries. Can you send my dad back to the packhouse to help me?” “Fine. Yes. But hurry.” “Will do.” I…

“James, please do not misunderstand. James, this is Luke keeps trying to reestablish our link so he can tell me something, but I am too overwhelmed by the mate bond and the feelings of relief. I have spent so many nights grieving for Stephanie and praying that the Moon Goddess would somehow find a way…

I hiss back at him. “You think I wanted this? You think I somehow PLANNED this? If you actually believe either of those things, you need to have your head examined. I was FOURTEEN when Stephanie died. FOURTEEN, you dumb&ss. And news flash, it is the Moon Goddess who picks our mates, not us. There…

Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh. him? I have fantasized about finding my mate since I was young, perhaps as early as 8 or 9 years old. I think all werewolves do, do they not? At least the females? For me, I thought finding my mate would mean finding someone who would love me, and who would treat me as…

I say softly. I feel his lips stretch into a smile against my neck. “I do?” he asks. “Yes.” I take advantage of the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair. It feels soft and silky. “Chocolate, raspberries, vanilla, and coffee beans. I think that quite the compatible combination, don’t you think?” I smile….