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15 pages, ebook
First published August 25, 2018
She’s never been demure. She’s seen other mates to Alphas, subservient and quiet. That was never her. If Thomas asked that of her, demanded her silence, she would tear him limb from limb.
“I’m not going to get naked,” Rico tells them seriously. “Last time I did that, Carter grabbed my junk in his sleep, and I don’t want Bambi to kick his ass for touching what belongs to her.”
“Oh please,” Carter snaps. “You wish I would touch your junk.”
“He’s like twice your age,” Chris tells him. “You could call him Daddy if you really wanted.”
“Papi,” Rico says with a sniff. “You would call me papi.”
“So gross,” Kelly whispers as he lies against his brother. The timber wolf growls, but Carter slaps him across the head, and it subsides. It lays down next to Carter, even as he sighs.
“Everyone in town thinks we have orgies,” Rico says, apropos of nothing. “And I don’t tell them otherwise. Just so you all know.”
There are shouts of horror that lead to a pillow fight.
Elizabeth closes her eyes and smiles.
“One day,” she whispers to it. “One day, my love. I will look upon your face, and all will be well.”




When she dreams these days, it’s always in shades of blue.
There is a lovesong howling in her head.
“She sings her Lovesong into the trees and sky, and it’s blue and green and the territory around her quakes with the power of her voice.”
“Because grief is there. It burns until all that remains are charred bones of a life that used to be.”
“She runs, he runs, they run together, and it’s like it used to be, before. When they were young and had nothing to be afraid of.”
“You are the Bennett pack. And your song will always be heard.”



Grief is a funny thing. There are days when it feels like it’s fading, like it’s nothing more than a low buzz at the back of her mind.
But then one little thing can set it off all over again.
