Ella “What do you mean she’s not a wolf?” The elder to whom Sinclair brought me to meet looks vaguely familiar, and I’m sure I’ve met him at some event or another. Still, I’m in such a daze with all this new information, that I can barely keep up. I feel like my brain isn’t working properly anymore
“What do you mean, sent?” I interrupt. “I went there because my sister is a scientist at the lab. My boyfriend –” “My dear, the reason you couldn’t get pregnant with your boyfriend is because he was human and you are not.” The elder answers, almost as if he read my thoughts. “It also means that hum
Sinclair I decide to work from home for the rest of the day. I’m so amazed by everything that’s happening, and overwhelmed by how much our lives have changed in the last 48 hours. Two days ago I was grieving the relationship I believed was impossible, wishing against all logic that Ella could be a
Ella frowns for a moment, obviously contemplating this. She narrows her eyes, “As long as you don’t mess it up.” Laughing, I kick off my shoes and move onto the bed, careful not to dislodge any of her carefully placed pillows. Right as I settle beside her, I accidentally knock one of the overstuffe
Ella “Cora tell me what happened.” I demand, crossing my skinny arms over my chest. I’m eight years old, glaring down at my surrogate sister with a stern expression. It’s always been this way between us. She’s a year older, but I’ve always had the dominant personality. “It was nothing.” She insis
At first I stumble back, but something is rising up inside me, something powerful and fearless. I snarl and pounce, scrabbling up the older boy’s body and attacking him tooth and nail. He screams and flails his arms. “What – hey! Get her off me! What is this!” I don’t relent. Hands grab for me, but
Ella “Sometimes it amazes me that I can even be with you this way.” I tell Sinclair, nuzzling his shoulder. We’re still in his bed, and I’m not fully recovered from our conversation yet. I’m beginning to think a hypnotist might truly be necessary in order to open the doors to my past, but for right
“I don’t want to hurt him either.” I tell Sinclair, my voice a mere squeak. “I know, little one.” Sinclair assures me, “I never thought you did. It’s just your instincts. I’m afraid that dream was a blessing and a curse – we know what you are now, but your wolf is also fighting harder to come out n