Chapter 1: Waking Up Dead

EMBER Bones ache. Like cracked ice. Cold. Rattle. Rattle. Rattle. Stench chokes. What ... oh. Iron. Rust. Wet? No. No. Blood. Sticky. On hands. Face. Teeth.  Alive. Still. So, breathe.  Breathe.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Inhale.

Some Lycan Hot: Prologue

Alaya wouldn’t wish her loneliness on anyone, especially not Darrius. For him, she wanted him to be deliriously happy. Even if it was without her.