"So – a werewolf?"

She sipped her coffee, grimacing at the dash of sweetness lingering on her tongue. "Technically, they're shifters," she murmured in response, one shoulder gracefully lifting. "But yes."

"And he, uh, he imprinted on you, did he?"

She blinked. "Yes."

"And he's sixteen?"

"Almost seventeen as he enjoys reminding me," she grumbled. "But yes."

Red hair bounced as the female across the table nodded slowly, picking at the sandwich in her hands. "Right, so you're basically soul mates?" she questioned next.

"Yes."

A grin split her cracked lips. "Is he cute? Do you wanna – I don't know, climb him or something?"

"Like a tree."


Guess whose back in action?

I told you a story was coming, wasn't I? Admittedly this one is a little darker than Midnight Eyes at some points, but also a lot more humour is intertwined and it involved more of the underworld, as I promised.

The Pale Rider is being posted soon, so keep an eye out. By soon I mean in like the next twenty or so minutes..? Anyway, I hope you like it. It's different but I'm extremely proud.

Taila xx