Huntresses Of The Moon For three days now, a pack of snow-white wolves have circled the town. Each day there are more of them, and they are more desperate to get insideâŚ
A Fountain Of Frozen Secrets Today the statue was expected to melt, so nobody was in the town square. That would be uncouth.
Etched In Ice And Blood I spat blood and hauled myself up once more. I wouldnât let this thief escape!
Slipping Between Threads As a child Haroldâs âsplit existenceâ didnât bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anywayâŚ
An Errant Child And Woodland Gossip Everyone respected how Noelâs family were clinging to hope that their child might be found, but the rest of the village had mentally buried him. Until...
A Widow's Allotted Warmth Beth told herself she was imagining the sideways glances. Mourning in isolation was clearly doing funny things to her head.
Two Faces Vs Two-Faced Nobody came near when Don was training in his âAlter Formâ. He didnât blame them. The stories of shifters slipping and losing control were frightful. It was called âCursed Bloodâ for a reason. Sure, their fear hurt. How could it not? But he didnât blame them.