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 pulled Arlo’s towel from him, dropped it on the floor, and led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He lifted the cover and climbed in, wrapping himself around Arlo.


“Sleep, honey. You can sing to the sun tomorrow.”


He sensed Arlo’s smile. “I’ll wake up when the sun rises, I always have, always will.”


“Rest until it does.” He kissed Arlo’s neck, content to hold him close. Nash drifted, sleep pulling him into oblivion.


“I love you too.” Arlo squeezed his hand and began singing, low and soft, a greeting to the day ahead of them.Epilogue


Arlo’s heart was beating fast, and he squeezed Nash’s hand hard enough to hurt, not that Nash showed any signs of discomfort.


Through the storefront window, he saw a short, slender woman with streaks of gray in her once almost-black hair. Arlo’s eyes burned. She looked older, older than he’d imagined, but she was healthy.


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