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
“Demigoddess powers,” I say, scoffing a little. “Don’t be ridiculous, Cora –“ “Well, that’s what they are, Ella,” she says, laughing at me again. “I mean, do you need me to start making it rain to prove my point?” “I’d prefer it if you didn’t,” I say loftily, laughing a little. “But still,”
Ella “You,” I breathe, staring at Sarah in awe as she begins to eagerly nod. But I just shake my head in wonder. “You were the one who warned us – who left us the note that told us that –“ And my eyes instantly snap to Conner, standing a few feet away and watching us warily, Rafe sleeping in
Sarah hesitates again, looking between Cora and I. “You can say no,” I say softly. “Though I very much hope you will trust me and say yes. I…I owe you everything, Sarah.” And then, with her eyes firmly on Rafe, Sarah nods once. Cora stands up immediately, moving forward to the guards, le
Ella Sinclair blinks at me in surprised confusion and then sighs as he speaks honestly. “We’ve prepped an interrogation cell –“ “No,” I snap, pointing a finger up into his face that he immediately swats away. “No,” I continue to insist, taking a step closer and frowning furiously up at him.
When I come out of my closet in a comfortable pair of pajamas, and see Cora likewise cozy in borrowed leggings and a zip-up hoodie, I can’t help but laugh. “What?” she asks, grinning at me as she turns away from Rafe’s bassinet. “I was just so worked up fifteen minutes ago,” I say, shaking m