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

“Yes, the knife. If someone found a body in the woods yesterday, the police will be looking for leads. It’s not smart to keep it.”


The police?“Babe, I don’t think the police will be involved in this. The man…he wasn’t exactly a law-abiding citizen.”


“What has that got to do with things? All murders are investigated.”


Murders. Nash tried not to react to the word. He’d snapped the man’s neck, clean and simple, and it was precisely what the man deserved. Arlo, who might be a bird, and definitely was some kind of healer, might not agree. “Yeah…what I meant was I don’t think anyone has reported it to the police.”


Arlo’s mouth opened slightly. “You think someone stole the body?”


“I think someone hid the body, to remove any evidence of anyone having been in the forest…with you.”


“Exactly,” Nash and Gilbert said at the same time.


Chapter 52