After the attack on his sister and his new found abilities forming,
Henry Williams is struggling to keep it all together. His wolf does not allow
him to sleep, and he is beginning to hear voices, torturing him mercilessly.
Henry feels as though there is a war brewing inside of him and he
is unable to control it. As a protector, he must find a way to fight his inner
demons before he is left vulnerable to the real ones.
But an unexpected love finds Henry and he tries hard to resist it.
Will Henry be able to overcome his inner demons? Will he be able to protect his
*** This is
book number 2 in this series. Please note that it is suggested to read the
series in sequential order.***
“Broken is finding the light and the
healing you crave, and knowing you can never have it.”
shift back to my human form and slip the elastic belt loose to release my
shorts. I put them on and walk between the stones to sit right in front of
Dad’s headstone. Seeing his name, Curtis James Williams, I nearly lose myself.
I break my stillness by wiping away some dirt from the face of the stone.
seat in the grass, I begin pulling weeds, my usual routine. “Things have
been…well, pretty insane.”
weeks since the last time I visited. Between finals in school, working out,
pack duties, learning things of this world that I never knew possible, fighting
and not fighting with Skeeter, things have been intense and nonstop crazy.
don’t think I’m doing the playbook boot camp again this year. I know it’s
important, but I’ve got a lot on my plate now. I won’t give up football,” I
promise my dad.
move into updating him on the family. “Mom is trying to be Mom,” I say, yanking
a weed from in front of his headstone. “She’s okay, I think. I know it’s harder
on her than she lets on, but she’s trying to live for us, which is more than
she did a few months ago. She has days where the tears just won’t stop, but
they’re not as constant now. She seems angrier than usual.” I wince as memories
zoom around me. Mom got angry at me for throwing my wet towel in the hamper,
ripped into Leland over a brand of peanut butter he bought, and has been
suspicious of Jaz and Seth for no reason. I’d rather not rehash all that again,
so I continue on with the family updates.
can understand him. He just started calling me Heywe the other day,” I say
proudly. Alex is Leland’s son and is a little over a year old. He only says
“dada” and “Heywe.” Mom and Jaz were a bit upset about that and are still
trying to teach him new words.
walking, too. He’s not tottering as much and doesn’t need help all the time.
Mom fusses when he falls down, but I know she’s enjoying watching him walk and
try to reach different milestones. Leland had to baby proof the living room and
kitchen, too, because Alex thought his gold fish crackers belonged in the VCR
and DVD player. That was a mess. Leland just tossed it after attempting to
shake out all the crackers.” I snort.
Alex put his teddy in the cabinet next to the oven. None of us could find it
and he had no way of letting us know where it was, even if he could remember. I
can laugh now, but that was a rough two days. He screamed almost non-stop for
that thing. Jazzy finally found it when she went to make waffles, and he conked
out as soon as he got his little hands on it. Dad had picked out that teddy
bear just for Alex the day Psycho Sammy, Leland’s ex, dropped him off, calling
him freak spawn. That teddy is Alex’s best friend now.
them off to the side. It’s not many, and the landscapers usually get them all,
but they don’t come out often.