3rd Person As Sinclair and Ella raced away through the winding streets of the Vanaran capital, Roger found his gaze lingering on Cora. The human was staring after her sister in amazement, as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes. The wind fluttered through her black hair, carrying her now-familiar s
They hovered in the doorway of the parlor, and Roger studied Cora closely, trying to read between the lines of her words. “Do you feel guilty? That you weren’t able to bring out this side of her?” Cora huffed a sardonic laugh. “I feel guilty for a lot of things,” she confessed ominously. “But not t
Ella “What do you mean, you lost my sister?” I demand, baring my fangs at Roger. Sinclair is holding me by the waist, preventing me from lunging at his brother the way my wolf is currently demanding. Roger held his hands up in defense. “She’s probably back at the palace. We were talking and she go
When I wake my body is sated and sore, but I’m alone in bed. I glance at the clock and realize I napped most of the afternoon. Even so, I know I’ll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my baby bump with a sigh. “I love you, angel. But these constant naps of yours do get in the way of Mommy’s d
Ella “What do you mean, you might not take me with you?” I demand, barely processing Sinclair’s words. “We’re mated, where you go I go.” “Baby, I don’t want to be away from you.” Sinclair sighs, sending a wave of genuine regret through our bond. This isn’t the first time he’s done this – let me fe
“You mean my heart’s content?” I clarify. “No. I meant exactly what I said.” He answers with a smirk. I laugh anddrop my head to his shoulder. “Alright, big bad wolf.” I concede, even as he continues to run his fingers through my long hair. “Just promise me you’ll think about this. We’ll both be h
Ella I’d known it wasn’t going to be easy. I was prepared to hear from grieving widows, wounded warriors, and heartbroken families. I was prepared to see their gruesome injuries and desolate faces, to hold their hands while they wept. I was not prepared for the orphans… or for the parents who lost
“Well that’s okay.” I reason. “We can make up our own story. Sometimes that’s the best thing to do when things don’t go as planned.” She still looks hesitant, so I bounce one of the dolls in my hand over to her, pointing it in the direction of the offered doll. “Hmm, are you a good witch or a bad w