Just think about how wonderful our reunion will be. Her wolf answers suggestively. We’re not going to have any big scares this time. We’re just going to run – or waddle, in my case – into each other’s arms and ravish each other until we welcome our little angel.That’s assuming he doesn’t arrive bef
3rd PersonRoger’s wolf was – to say the least – not amused by Cora’s decision to accompany Ella on her journey. He knew that her heart was in the right place and that she was strongly motivated by the desire to support her sister, but he also knew that wasn’t the only reason she was going. The obs
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” Roger snarled, prowling forward. “We know exactly who you are and what you’ve done.” It wasn’t entirely true, but at their core interrogations were exercises in psychological manipulation, and Roger was willing to lie to get the information he required. “
EllaOnce Sinclair returned and I was allowed off of bed rest, I finally got the opportunity to visit Hugo’s widow Aileen. At least, I thought I would have the chance – instead I was turned away from her door and told in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t accepting visitors. I’ve been back every da
Aileen continues sobbing apologies to her son, and then Isabel and Henry come forward to lend their arms as well.Sinclair appears by my shoulder, a pained expression on his handsome face as he takes in the scene. “You finally got through to her?”“Not me.” I correct, running my hands over my baby b
SinclairIt’s no easy feat to calm my wolf. The moment he sees the cold-hearted human who confronted us after Damon’s rogue attack at the Solstice, he begins clawing at the surface of my skin, begging to get out. I desperately work to keep my face blank, though I know my mate can sense my surprise
“You mean the centuries and centuries you lied to us?” Another human counters gruffly. “I’m sorry,” Ella sighs, “But what nation hasn’t lied to one another in order to advance their own peoples? Have you all announced every technology, innovation and defense strategy your country employs? Or have y
Trigger warning: suicidal ideation - please take care! EllaWe’ve all been on a high ever since our meeting with the humans yesterday. No o
He shakes his head at me as tears fill his own eyes and he leans forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as he holds me tight in his arms. “So, I guess it wouldn’t matter,” he murmurs against my hair as I sniff back my tears and nod.
“Even more than the kids!?” I gasp, my mouth falling open a bit. “I mean, the kids,” he says, shrugging as if they’re not much, which makes me laugh. But then he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his eyes to glare at me a bit. “Wait, are you saying you like the kids more than m
Ella “Nope,” Sinclair says, heaving himself out of bed and grabbing his phone off the bedside table as he does. “I can’t live like this, Ella – I’m calling Roger, I’ve got to know –“ “Dominic!” I say, laughing and grabbing for him, trying to catch the edge of his pajamas and failing because I’v
She laughs and I look first at Sinclair, who shrugs, and then back at my sister. “Come on,” Roger says, nodding at the crowds of people waiting to congratulate us and at the small table of refreshments. “Let’s decide this over some champagne.” Sinclair nods at me and I sigh, moving with my famil
The last image, though, lingers. Ariel, with Rafe and Jesse on either side – as they always are – and her two mates behind her. All standing together on a battlefield with Ariel at the center, magic welling between her hands and passing to her brother, to her cousin. Their faces are serious as t
Cora The images of Ariel’s future come in quick flashes, and somehow I get the impression that the Goddess is eager to share these glimpses of her life. The ones that come first are what I sort of expected, especially after seeing some images of Rafe’s childhood and hearing about the ones that
“We are not,” Cora scoffs, gently taking Ariel into her arms as Sinclair and I laugh. Roger grins, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek before passing Jesse to me. “You know I’m kidding, right, Ells?” he whispers. I smile at my brother-in-law and gently pat his cheek. “When in doubt, Roger,”
Ella Three weeks later – Ariel was born under a waning quarter moon, not a new moon like her brother and her cousin – I stand anxiously in the woods, my little girl held tight in my arms. “I’m sensing some anxiety,” Cora says, grinning at me with a little too much glee as she comes up to my sid
“Oh my god,” I say, the words spilling out of my mouth. “Oh my god,” I sit up straight, staring at Henry, my eyes flicking to his legs – because honestly, I don’t even notice his chair anymore, or think of him at all as someone whose abilities are hindered. Or of me as someone who is able to do an