ABIGAILOf all the brilliant ideas I’ve ever had, this one went way past terrible.I was heading home pretty pissed at Hannah, my twin sister, though honestly we barely looked alike.Like... why did she always have to act like Dad’s skirted version?Oh wait, not even in a skirt. There’s no way that huge ass of hers would fit inside a dress.She loved going full tomboy in pants, picking fights with anything that crossed her path and playing the heroine.When she told me she was going into that swampy marsh to look for the rebels, I threw a tantrum right there.My boots were already sick to death of mud, I wasn’t stepping into that stinking fog even if they paid me.However, I didn’t get far before things got rough for me.I don’t know why, but suddenly the fine mesh of Hannah’s ice magic started failing.That little artifact I always wore on my body, against my skin like a fragile shield, was the only thing that could help me keep the vicious temper of my fire she-wolf in check.I’m a

FENRIR"I told you she’s not burning from arousal, something else is happening inside her, this isn’t normal, we need to cool her down!"My wolf roared, and I went from horny to seriously worried."Abigail, baby, don’t scare me, react...!" I spoke close, but only stifling pants came from her parted lips.Her breath was so hot it almost stung my face.She moaned, writhing, and not exactly from pleasure."Remember that crack we found along the way, the one that felt cold?" Gale reminded me of the rocky rise we didn’t get to explore.Without another thought, I gripped her tight and started running that way.Carrying her in my arms like a princess.I felt Abigail needed me desperately; I couldn’t let anything happen to her or I’d regret it for the rest of my life.My pupils narrowed on the surface of a small hill rising with moss and tangled roots.A cold breeze was coming out from a spot in the wall, and I started feeling around with my fingers.I maneuvered Abigail against my body while

FENRIRI opened my eyes wide, pushed up a little, and parted the petals with my fingers to see if I’d hurt her with my canines.A thin thread of blood rolled from the little hole and dissolved into the water beneath her ass."Baby... you..." I lifted my gaze to see tears spilling from her unfocused eyes."It hurts..." she told me in a nasal voice, so pretty and needy of me, nothing like the impetuous woman from the forest.Realization hit me like lightning."Are you... are you a virgin?" My voice came out strangled and my wolf rose to hear the answer too.Abigail’s cheeks went up in flames and she nodded slowly."Goddess... what kind of test is this?" I swallowed hard, staring again at her sensual curves, at her firm breasts.That soft little belly that hid below the doorway to the most delicious sin.How was a woman like her still a virgin? Did the males of this realm have their eyes up their asses?I brought my fingers to my mouth, dragging them over my wet lips.Her taste still buz

ABIGAIL“The only possible winter woman is Hannah… my twin,” I choked out, yanking the dress down in one go and throwing his shirt at him.I refused to stay here one second longer… with him. Guilt gnawed at me over what we’d done—and how badly I still wanted him deep down.“I didn’t know…” he denied it. “Damn it, what a screw-up… Wait, Abigail! You can’t leave like this!”He started after me when I hiked up my skirt and ran toward the cave mouth.I didn’t care how I looked, I didn’t care about anything; the fire inside me was only just subsiding.I slipped back into the grotto and it was hard for him to catch me, but once I burst outside, he grabbed my arm and yanked me toward him.“Let go of me!” I planted my hand on his chest and shoved, furious.“No! You wanted the truth, so you’re going to listen to me!” he roared, crushing me to his chest and gripping my waist despite my useless struggling.“Let me go, brute!”He caught my hair from behind and forced me to look at him, leaving me

ABIGAILWe were sitting over a dark pit, with ashes and charred bodies all around me.I had finished off the rebel threat, that was certain.The trees in the forest were still smoking and crackling, burning; the smell was dense, and the smoke made my eyes sting.Worst of all was how I’d left Fenrir’s body.The severe burns were only just starting to heal on his skin; it had to hurt so much, despite his regeneration.“You… did you hold me during the crisis?” My voice broke as the truth sank in. “Fenrir, you could have died…”“Then I would have died with you, Abigail, because I have never felt as desperate as when I felt I was losing you,” his voice came out hoarse and tight, through clenched teeth.I didn’t know if he was furious, worried, desperate, or a mix of it all.“Do you know the danger you exposed yourself to? If I hadn’t found you, you’d be dead!” he roared, and I could see the desperation in his pupils, a mix of red and blue.“I didn’t know I was getting close to the rebel ca