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,
Ella When I return to the present, the room is completely silent. Henry is still holding my hand, though he also holds a bucket in case I need to be sick. Leon is watching me closely, as if trying to decipher my mental state. Gabriel, Philippe and Roger look on from the doorway in a horrified hush.
“Talking about it won’t change the past.” I insist. “It’s done. “You don’t think it’s worth exploring all the things you suffered because you didn’t have your wolf to protect yourself, or because you were trying to protect the people you love?” Leon presses, and my frustration grows. “If it were