Vivian Cole is close to starting her junior year of college. She's out for one last run in her home state of Louisiana when everything changes for her.
Saul Moses is the Alpha of a dying pack in Alaska. When on business in the South, he encounters...
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The calmness lasts well into the night, until the stars glitter in the navy sky above. I wonder if they've forgotten about me. If their ritual restarted their minds, their routines, and they don't remember I exist. If only. If I were in Worth, right now—well, I wouldn't be in Worth. I'd be at school. If I were at school, what would I be doing?
Well. Class, eating, maybe hanging out with my roommate—Claire—for a little while before hitting the bars/clubs. It doesn't matter that it's in the middle of the week. I've never been that studious anyway. And then I'd bring some rando back to the dorm, or I'd go to their apartment. I'd probably be disappointed, left wanting, before I went to bed, only to wake up and do it all over the next day.
When I think about it, I realize how...sad it is. Not many friends, no real attachments, nothing I'm just excellent at, except for rage and running away. With a deep sigh, I turn my head a little, suddenly startled by the shadowy figure standing over me. I'm almost afraid—could Killian have broken through the barriers? Could he be here to take me away, with his bright red hair and concerningly black eyes?
But his voice puts me at ease, a little, "It's time to come inside, Vivian. It's getting late."
With a deeper sigh, I turn away from him, back to the stars. "I don't want to."
He returns the exasperated gesture. "It's been a long day for everyone. We're all ready to go to bed."
"Then go to bed," The matter-of-fact tone breaks my calmness and ruins the serenity I'd mastered over however many hours. I wouldn't be able to settle even if I stayed out here; but it's the principle.
"Someone has to watch you."
"No one has been watching me this whole time."
"I've been sitting on the porch since Frankie came in."
"So, you've been watching me," I don't know why it annoys me. Or maybe it doesn't? I can't figure out what this feeling is inside my chest. But I know it's not good. "I can't even get one fucking moment alone?"
"You were alone," He shrugs. "I didn't bother you, and I stayed back. You didn't even know I was there."
Suddenly, my entire afternoon feels wasted. He was there, in-tune to my emotions, to my thoughts, feelings. Violation surges through me at what he probably sensed. "If you want to know how I fucking feel, you don't have to eavesdrop on my mind or whatever."
"I wasn't," He's calm as ever. It irks me.
"Of course you were," I finally force myself to sit up. "I can't get any privacy around here."
He doesn't argue anymore. Just says, "Frankie made you a plate, stuck it in the fridge, if you're hungry."
