storm clarisse haywood

Left jab, right jab, kick. Left jab, right jab, kick. Jessica was in the zone. Who knew kicking and punching could be so satisfying? Well, not her, because she was busy learning pretty much every dance style known to man. Thanks, dad. And speaking of her dad… Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck...

Storm was a fading presence in and out of the ballroom, but she was always close by. She would shift into her wolf form and circle, using her heightened senses to keep on high alert. She worried about Adelyn, Jax, Dalia, and Alain in the forest, but Lyn insisted…it would be okay. It was a full...

For the first time since losing Clarisse, Storm took off her wedding band. She stared down at the gold ring she held in her hand. There was a certain sense of guilt that arose in the action, despite knowing that this was what Clarisse wanted. She wanted Storm to move on with her life. To have...