Ella I look back and forth between Roger and Isabel, noting her pallid skin tone and his quiet concern. “How long overdue is the plane?” I inquire, checking the time on my phone. “It was supposed to get in five hours ago. James has never been late before.” Isabel pipes up, bouncing Sadie in he
James growls and tugs her closer, burying his head in her neck. She allows him this much, though she still has the sulky energy of a she-wolf who is determined not to be mollified. James purrs, and she finally relents, melting into his arms. I look away, knowing she wouldn’t want her private moment
Sinclair I lean over the back of the sofa in my guest suite, my hands closed in white-knuckled fists around the frame. My phone is lit up on the table in front of me, Gabriel’s name glowing on the screen. Hugo and the Black Alder Alpha, Callahan, stand beside me, looking on with somber expressions.
“Well put.” Dad praises, “we need to combine PR with diplomacy and hard line action. This isn’t just our fight anymore.” “Do it.” I agree. “I trust you all, authorize whatever funds and resources we can, and put out feelers to contacts throughout the continent. Forward me any correspondence for app
Ella After hanging up with Sinclair, I return the King’s cell phone and look around at the gathered men. “When does Leon arrive?” I inquire, forcing down a shiver. “Within the hour.” Gabriel replies, solemn-faced. Though they’d all agreed that the developments back home warranted accelerating
“I… I don’t know.” I stammer, not really wanting to move deeper into the possibility – after all, if my first incident with them resulted in the binding of my wolf, I’m not eager to find out what might have come next. “Don’t resist the ether, Ella.” Leon advises. “Just let it carry you. I know it’s
Trigger Warning - Sexual Assault, Violence Ella I turn on my heel and run away as fast as my feet will carry me. My would-be kidnappers curse and soon their footsteps are pounding into the pavement behind me. I fly through the sleeping city, careful to make sure I travel in the opposite direction
“What is she looking at?” The first man grumbles, sounding annoyed that my full attention isn’t on them. “I don’t know, there’s nothing there.” The second mutters in frustration. I can’t focus enough to comprehend that they can’t see the strange men, I’m still staring at the pair with desperation,