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 know my name?” His voice was hoarse, and the hairs on Arlo’s arms stood on end. Something was wrong.


“Holly?” Nash took a step closer, his eyes once again dark. Arlo must’ve been hallucinating, but he could’ve sworn they’d held a different color a few seconds ago.


“Yeah…the woman I was with. Where is she?” His heart slammed hard enough to knock on his ribs. Was she with him? “I have to get back. I can’t leave Holly with him.”


“Him?” Nash took another step closer, his hands hidden behind his back.


“That man. There is something not right with that man. I can’t leave Holly there…she wouldn’t understand.”


Arlo’s lungs screamed for oxygen as he watched Nash crack his neck. His eyes flashed amber, and Arlo turned to see if there was a car coming, illuminating them—there wasn’t. A chill climbed his spine. “I-I have to get back.”


Nash rubbed his forehead. His hands looked normal—they hadn’t been normal before, had they?


Chapter 13