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

Maybe he was going crazy. Carefully he nudged the part in his brain where his connection to Nash was. He didn’t want anyone to know he could sense Nash in there, and he wasn’t sure if the people that had arrived were humans or not. After having spent time with Gilbert, Ellis, and Nash he was afraid of what someone could find out simply by looking at him or smelling him or whatever Gilbert did when he got into his head.


Lights fastened to the wall of the hut came to life, and the back door opened. Arlo moved away from the bars and stood in the middle of the cage as Rob exited the hut. Curling his hands into fists, Arlo drew in a careful breath. Did Mama know what Rob was doing?


Rob tugged at a string, a red satin band, and a small white-haired woman stepped outside. The red satin tied around her wrists. She was young, couldn’t be more than twenty, flawless with her porcelain white skin. The air froze in Arlo’s lungs.


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