Two looming figures stand at the end of the porch, where stairs meet freshly stained wood planks — a spideresque sensation inches up the...

There’s a layered exhibition watching the bullet-ridden Alpha walk up to his mate, look her deep in the eyes, grab his hat from her waiting

There is a scowl beneath the wide brim, his hands are big, all calloused and thick. He lifts his chin enough to meet the Luna’s eyes, before

Clinton takes a big breath before running full speed at the Alpha without any inhibitions of what he's facing. Bones meet . .

Clinton finishes the last bite of pie before wiping his mouth with the damn cloth my mother made me embroider for the first official...

My fantasy future never looked this good. An instant reflex has the pad of my thumb wipe the blood off her lower lip, but really wanting...