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

Arlo frowned. It had to be a trick of light because those eyes weren’t nearly as dark as the last time Arlo had looked into them. The man Nash was with looked to be about Arlo’s age or maybe a couple of years older, but he doubted he was thirty. Nash on the other hand had to be at least thirty-five. Not that it mattered, but Arlo had a hard time picturing them barhopping together. But then again, what Holly had described hadn’t exactly been barhopping.


“Yeah…” She gestured at him. “You’re albino, right?”


Albino?Arlo blinked a couple of times despite knowing he came across as a bit slow. “I’m…no. Maybe.” He didn’t think he was, most of the time he was white as snow, but there were days when at least parts of him weren’t white at all.


“It doesn’t matter, you deserve the same respect as everyone else. People can be so judgmental at times.”


He smiled. “They weren’t disrespectful, Holly, but thanks for sticking up for me.”


Chapter 10