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 slowed down and came to a stop. Fear clearly clouded his judgment. He should be running, but that roar…Was Nash hurt? Dead?


Ice filled his chest. He wanted to run back to Nash, but he needed to get out of there. Who was to say Nash would be any better than the man had been, or that their intentions differed at all? He didn’t know exactly what those intentions were, but he was fairly certain he wouldn’t like them.


Moving again, he jogged in the direction of his car. He could drive until the car ran dry, fill it up with his emergency gas, and then drive some more. It should be enough to take him to a gas station and from there he could continue. Maybe it was time to leave the country.


The chilly air burned in his throat, but he kept on running, pushing himself to go faster.


A sound came from nearby, and he stumbled as he saw a shadow running next to him. The shadow came closer. It was the man from the pub. Gilbert


Chapter 25