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
Ella My nightmares were worse than ever before the night after my second session with Leon, and I wake thrashing in my nest, with Philippe hovering above me, shaking me vigorously. I shriek and recoil, and he backs away from me with his hands outstretched in apology. “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” He br
“But I’m older, I’m supposed to be the one looking out for you. Do you have any idea how much I hated myself when we were growing up, how much I still do, because I wasn’t strong enough to take care of you.” I suspect Cora has done a lot of thinking since our fight earlier this year, because rather