“I like that idea.” I agree, “and it would also help them integrate into the community here, to feel accepted. If there’s resistance to their presence among your own pack, this would also be an important way to build support. It would be especially good for the orphans.” I add, my mind returning to
Ella After concluding our three hour summit meeting, where the King, my hybrid family and I decided on a few special events, we kicked off preparations for a welcome banquet, refugee camp visit, an open forum for debate, and a grand ball. I’m still brainstorming different ideas for other ways to en
James’ eyes lift to Isabel’s face, and his dark eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Suddenly he’s looking at her so intently that I feel as if I’m intruding somehow. Isabel turns her head away, but I see the slightest flush of pink on her cheeks. Interesting. I think, with a flutter of excitement. I r
Ella It takes me a while to drag myself away from the orphans once they’re settled in the palace. I know I have about a thousand things to do, but seeing so many little ones in need of love and care is simply too much for me to resist. I stay for a few hours to help Isabel and James set up, glancin
It was a very small thing, I know, but I can’t help but feel as if this is right. These orphans, the refugees, need someone to look out for them, and I can help but think I’m the person for the job. Suddenly I remember what Sinclair told me about Lunas being the heart of a pack, and then Henry’s exp
Ella After my snack, I meet with the chefs to talk about menus for the summit, then ask to have dinner sent up to my rooms. I’m feeling too pensive and tired to be social tonight. I’m still reeling from discovering how badly I handled my troubles with Sinclair, and I’m both dreading and eager to ma
I’m breathing hard and near tears, my emotions swirling out of control. I’m prepared for the worst, and I even welcome it, anything to ease my guilt. However Sinclair simply crosses his arms over his chest, his expression dark and foreboding. For a minute I don’t think he’s going to speak to me, but
Ella Sinclair kisses me until I forget my anger and regret, until I forget why I was upset and how terribly I acted. He kisses me until I forget this is a dream, or that there has ever been a world beyond this enchanted forest. Only when my mind is so fogged with wanting that I can no longer think,