After seven years of being on the move, Arlo Barman wants nothing more than a place to call home. But unbeknownst to him, Arlo is a caladrius healer, so staying in one place has never been an option. The compulsion to separate himself from those he's healed is all-consuming and leaves him little choice but to pack up yet again. Nash Silver is the only werewolf in his small coastal town. Living undetected in a human world is imperative for his kind, and he and his small circle of friends -- a vampire and a psychic -- have done so for decades. But Nash's anonymous existence is jeopardized when a man with an enticing scent moves into town. From the moment Nash lays eyes on the stranger, nothing is more important than being close to him. Not even guarding his secret. Arlo isn't interested in a relationship or even a date, his past has taught him nothing good comes from it, but the rather pushy local popping up everywhere he goes has his heart somersaulting. If he's heart is somersaulting or not doesn't matter, because when Nash gets injured, Arlo is the only one who can save him. Having used his powers, Arlo has to leave Nash and the cozy town he wanted to make his home, but can Nash survive being separated from his mate?

Black Bird

“You growled at the girl, and now you’re laughing.”


Maybe not the smartest thing he’d done but…“You were shouting in my ear.”


“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The burned smell intensified, and Nash cracked his neck. The beast inside of him was stretching—preparing to leap forth if needed.


“I wasn’t shouting, I was trying to cover you losing your shit in the middle of town.”


“I’m not losing my shit.” He was though, his teeth grew sharper, longer, and he clamped his lips shut while taking a deep breath. What the fuck was wrong with him?


Nash exhaled, rolled his shoulders, and cracked his neck again. “Nah, it’s fine. Some food and I’ll be better. Promise.” He smiled a tight-lipped smile.


Chapter 9