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 okay?” Nash touched his shoulder.


“Funny, you ask if I’m okay now, but attacking me in my home, chasing me an entire night, and knocking me unconscious is nothing to worry about, is it.”


Nash frowned. It wasn’t what had happened. “I wasn’t attacking—”


“Look.” Arlo stood, shaking Nash’s hand off his shoulder, and glared at him. Nash curled his fingers into a fist to prevent himself from reaching for him again.


He needed to, had to touch, but Arlo stepped away. “I don’t know what’s going on, okay? You don’t need to fear me telling anyone what you are or what Gilbert is, and I guess you’ve figured out I’m not normal either, so let’s leave it at that, yeah?”


Nash opened his mouth to respond, but Arlo held up a finger. “I have to leave. I can’t be around someone I’ve healed, and I healed you. I didn’t mean to.” He snorted. “But it sort of happened when I healed myself.”


Chapter 31