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
Ella Things did not look better in the morning. At least, not for all the people back home in Moon Valley – shifter and human alike. With every day that passes, the worse the crisis grows, with refugees flooding out of the occupied territories and ever-rising death tolls. It feels insane that I’m o
A gasp goes around the pups, and the little one perched on my hip whispers, “She said a bad word!” “You don’t know what you’re talking about – you have no idea what I’ve been through!” Isabel continues, pointing an outraged finger at me. “Happiness is… that’s done for me! I can’t ever have it again
Sinclair “I’m worried about Ella.” I confess, pushing away my dinner. “You still haven’t been able to connect?” Hugo inquires, looking up from his own meal. We’re on the road today, in between territories and enjoying a rare night free of politics – though not free of stress. This is the first tim
“Yes.” Ella answers, sounding only slightly sullen. “Did you have dessert?” I follow up, wishing she would turn on her damn camera so I can see her. “No… though the chef did make an especially delicious looking cake today.” She reveals, obvious longing in her voice. “Okay, then you call down to t