Midnight Solace

Clara

“Won’t you come to bed?” I inquire, leaning over Thorne’s back and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You need to rest.”

My mate is sitting at his computer drafting emails and marching orders, secret correspondences to his allies and spies across the continent. He’s been trying to figure out some way to get a message to the people of the united packs, to let them know we’re alive and will no