Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
After losing her parents, Paige vowed to survive for her son, Jaxon. But when her six-year-old is expelled for accidentally hurting a friend, her fragile world starts to crumble. As her husband grows distant and the town turns against them, Paige must uncover the truth behind Jaxon’s strange strength—and the secrets threatening to destroy their family.
“I remember,” Ryder nods, still watching me. “There was this warm light. I thought it was the moon, but it was you. You are my light, Paige.” I have to resist the urge to throw myself at him, because everything is still too fresh, and if I go to him now, I might never let…
She’s right, and we both know it. I should be dead. I shouldn’t be lying here, cracking jokes or watching the way she chews on her lip when she’s trying not to cry again. “I’m fine,” I promise. “Or at least I will be.” She gives me a weak smile and squeezes my hand once…
**Paige’s POV ** The first time I saw him, we were sixteen. He stood at the back of the classroom, hood up, headphones in, all in black, like the world had done him wrong, and he wanted everyone to know it. Everyone was afraid of him back then. He was the angry one, the troublemaker,…
I blush, unsure what to say. “I just couldn’t lose him.” Ronnie steps forward then, eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. “And that, little Luna, is exactly why it worked.” glance back at Ryder, alive, breathing, smiling faintly even though he looks exhausted. When the room finally settles, Jake checks the monitors one more…
Jake moves closer. “Sit beside him. Keep skin contact, hands, forehead, whatever feels right to you, it doesn’t matter just as long as their contact. Focus on your bond. You should be able to feel the thread that connects you, even if it’s weak. Try to picture it as light, as something you can strengthen.”…
My pulse spikes at his words. Severing. The word echoes in my skull like a curse. Poppy returns, pressing a damp cloth to my hand, and I gasp at the sudden chill. Her hands are shaking. “Rye, you have to stay awake,” she says softly, her voice trembling. “Please. Just keep breathing.” “I’m…” I start,…
My head spins. “But he’s healing, right? He’s a shifter, so he should…” “He’s not healing.” Jake cuts me off, his voice tight. “He’s completely cut off from his wolf, and without it he can’t heal, he’s practically human right now.” The world slows as I look at him and try to comprehend what they’re…
“His blood’s still fighting the toxin,” Poppy says after checking the monitors. “But it’s slower now, which is good. The transfusion’s buying us time.” “How much time?” Parker asks. Poppy meets his eyes. “Enough to pray it’s enough.” Parker looks between me, Ryder and Callen before holding out his arm. “Give him some of mine,”…
115 lungs, paws hitting the ground in rhythm. The new wolves keep pace well; they’re disciplined, silent, and smart enough not to crowd us. I can’t help the flicker of pride that hits me as I run. I used to see patrol as nothing more than a job that had to be done, but now…
My chest tightens. I’ve never felt this kind of separation from him before. Usually, he’s there, a steady, instinctive presence under my skin, his emotions mingling with mine. But now… there’s silence. He’s not gone exactly; he just feels distant. I push through the link, trying to reach him, but it’s like shouting into fog.…