I spent thirty-two years hiding my pathetic half-shift until the council branded me the Vessel—one touch from my fated mate and an ancient bloodline explodes to life. Now every wolf on campus wants me, but none more than Desmond Ostrowski, the lethal Head Enforcer who's been watching me like prey for years. He's my mate. He's also the monster who swore he'd rather kill me than lose control of the beast inside him that craves my volatile power.
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The lecture hall reeked of wet wool and old paper. Diane Stavros stood at the front, her oversized cardigan hiding the tremor in her hands as she clicked to the next slide. Her fingers pressed to her...
Read more →The lecture hall still hummed with the aftershocks of her power. Diane's branded wrist throbbed against her warm brown skin. She couldn't look away from Desmond's stormgrey eyes. Her beast pressed har...
Read more →The faculty lounge smelled like burnt coffee and damp wool. Diane hunched over a stack of essays at the far table, red pen slashing through another student's rambling theory on bloodline purity. Her b...
Read more →Diane snapped her journal shut in the underground ritual chamber, the echo sharp against scorched stone. Her shadow claws still tingled at her fingertips, the air thick with the taste of ozone and her...
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