Ella I’m on cloud nine when we return from the refugee camps. My wolf is practically crowing with her success supporting our mate in his darkest and most thick-headed moment, and even my sister’s troubles with Roger aren’t enough to bring me down. I take a quick shower before dinner, my mind swirl
My thoughts can barely keep up with this. Until now, Sinclair hasn’t mentioned anything about me acting as his official Luna in all this, but then again we’ve had little opportunity to talk about my role since my wolf woke up. “You mean, you’re going to let me help strategize? To sit in on policy an
3rd Person When Cora walked into the palace’s opulent dining room, she expected to find the table packed with people. Ever since they’d arrived in Vanara, Gabriel had been entertaining different statesmen and potential allies for the war, in addition to their own party. However this night the dinin
“Because I want to know you.” Roger shrugged, ducking his head to try and catch her eye, but failing. “Is that so wrong?” “But why?” Cora repeated in exasperation, peering up at him at last. “What interest could you possibly have in me?” Roger sat back in his chair, assessing the disgruntled human
Ella After leaving our rooms I sneak down to the kitchens, hoping the palace chef will take pity on me. My stomach is grumbling with a hunger so fierce I feel dizzy, but the last thing I want right now is to be social. I love my family and King Gabriel is growing on me by the day, but faking smiles
“Who said anything about love?” Cora gasps, sounding even more shocked and alarmed than before. “Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.” Roger murmurs, and I can practically picture him brushing Cora’s hair back from her face. “Or maybe not.” He adds in a low purr, seeming amused by some reaction or ex
Ella After dinner with Cora, I visit the Palace library, searching for any excuse to avoid Sinclair as I continue to work through my feelings. My sister’s troubles with Roger offered some distraction, but I’m not sure a distraction is what I needed. My anger and frustration with my mate hasn’t less
As if trying to prove just how hormonal I am in this moment, my brain veers away from irritation, moving to regret and guilt from the knowledge Sinclair is displeased with my behavior. Is there a worse feeling than when one’s mate is angry and disappointed with you? I didn’t realize I sent the ques