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

“He’d seen you do it, the thing you do.”


Arlo frowned. Few had seen him other than those he’d healed. If his father was like him, and judging by what Mama had said that day in the hospital, he was, he wouldn’t need Arlo’s help with anything, and he hadn’t seen him do anything at all.


Silence stretched, and Arlo concentrated on the surroundings. He was the worst kidnap victim ever. He wasn’t blindfolded, but had he paid attention to where they were going? No, of course not. He’d been chatting with Deon as if they were on an outing or something.


Had he always been this docile? No wonder Deon had walked all over him.


They were heading away from the coast. The fields grew scarcer and the forests thicker. Arlo had never been in this area, didn’t know where they were heading. Deon took another turn, and the asphalt was replaced by a gravel road hardly wide enough to fit a car.


Arlo’s heart thundered in his ears. No one would find him out here.


Chapter 60