Book 16: Reject Me Then

Lexa

Teshka isn’t known for its pristine beaches.

The water here is gray and turbulent, the waves crashing against the shore to the songs of seagulls and the roar of the water lapping up the cliff faces. I watch the sunset over the horizon–watch it slip beneath the gray water, turning the sky a vibrant crimson that fades into streaks of violet, and as I look into the stars that slowly come into full view, I send another colorful curse down the empty mind-link to my idiot cousin Blake, who is the reason I’m stuck on the Goddess forsaken beach.

It took four days to travel here in our wolf forms. We stopped to camp every night, not a single fire lit, eating no more than a few oatcakes and washing them down with whatever water we could get our hands on. My girls made haste because that was my command. I’m not here to fuck around–not with so much at stake.

But the shoreline in Teshka, which spans nearly twenty miles before becoming so steep it’s c