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

“Stop it!” Ellis’ shout was the last thing Nash heard before the pain conquered him. 23


Arlo tried to shut the voice out. Pain too sharp to be real throbbed in his head.


“Damn, your skin is like ice. Wake up!”


Someone was shaking him. Arlo was so cold it hurt, but the ground was warm against his cheek.


It was Ellis, had to be. Arlo tried to open his eyes, his eyelids too heavy to lift, but he managed a sound.


“Arlo.” The word turned into a sob, and this time Arlo forced his eyes open. Darkness. Everything was dark and cold and wet.


Hands ran over his arms. “Yes, I’m here. Are you okay?”


“Splendid.” His throat hurt as if he’d been screaming for hours. “Nash?”


“I left him face down in the dirt next to Gil.” A drop landed on Arlo’s cheek, and he realized Ellis was crying.


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