“Oh!” I say, and then I start to laugh. He sits up and laughs with me, even though he doesn’t know what’s funny. “What,” he murmurs, taking my face in his hands like he can’t resist and kissing me again between words, “what’s so funny?” “It’s just so cute,” I whisper, still giggling. “Usuall
Cora After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way - more like he just… “He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him
“I think it’s gonna be good,” I say, peering after my wolf. “She’s really excited.” We both quicken our steps when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing gets even more eager as we get closer. Come come, she says, her tongue lolli
Cora When I wake up the next morning the dawn sun is already streaming through the windows, and I am absolutely – hands down – the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m curled up against my mate’s side, my hand still on his chest where I placed it when I fell asleep, and when I look up into his face?
______________________ Ella When the car turns into Cora’s driveway, she’s already standing outside her door with a to-go mug of tea in her hands, a big smile on her face. Rafe gives a little squeal of anticipation when the car stops and Cora starts to walk towards it. I look down at my
Ella “You, the future Queen,” Hank says, shaking his head at me, “asked me to be here, and already your friend Isabel is sniffing around me like I’m some kind of convict? Just because I’m a human?” “What?” I ask, confused, glancing over at her. “Isabel – Isabel is on our side in this, Hank –
“It’s okay,” I say, cocking my head to the side. “I’m sure you’re not alone in that. And that plenty of humans have a lot of ideas about what wolves are like. But…” “No,” she says, interrupting me and nodding eagerly. “I get it. I need to…spend some time thinking through those preconceived notio
Ella “Nah,” I say, leaning in to stroke a hand over Benny’s hair, “I can’t shift right now now. I have to go and help some other kids.” Still suspicious, the boy takes his hand from mine and crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me your name. When my mom comes back, I’ll ask her to look you