“You dropped this.”Ava began to roll her eyes before she’d even fully registered the envelope being waved in front of her face. When she did, she knocked it aside with a flippant wave of her hand.“No, I’m pretty sure I left that exactly where it belongs, thanks.”“Fine. Have it your way,” Aiden huffed, clearly unimpressed with the particular hill she’d chosen to die on. “I’ll put it away for you since you’re too damn stubborn to do it yourself.”Ava came to a stop in the small conference room where they’d been stashed from the time they’d arrived the night before up until Ava had been summoned to the stage so that the Pack could have their big come-to-Jesus moment. “I don’t need it,” she said as she began furiously shoving together her few belongings. “More to the point, I don’t want it. It’s blood money. Little better than a bribe.”“Don’t be ridiculous, Ava,” Aiden intercepted her, stilling her single-minded packing with a gentle hand on her arm. “This money belongs to you, Ava.
It wasn’t until hours after the end of Victor’s trial that Xavier finally sent the last of the day’s crowd home. He and his father had been prepared for the questions, and damn if there weren’t more than enough to go around. He couldn’t blame the Pack for their confusion; after all, to them, the accusations, the trial, Victor’s sudden and harsh sentencing had all seemingly come out of thin air.They had no idea that the events of this morning were simply the culmination of years of misjustice. And, since he was being honest with himself now, it was his and his father’s faults that the town was so unprepared to see one of their pseudo-leaders brought low and punished. It didn’t happen very often, not in Red Moon and not in the Alliance as a whole. “I’m proud of what you accomplished today, Xavier.”Xavier let out a heavy breath, stretching his aching back as he made his way over to the perpetually stocked bar in the corner of his Town Hall office. He grabbed two glasses and the closes
“It will be a long process, but it’s important to get started as quickly as possible. We want to show that you’re willing to be a positive, active member of the Pack,” Garrett continued as Ava looked on in stunned silence.“And, of course, we’d love to have you back home until you get back on your feet,” Marie interjected. “Aiden’s old room is yours for as long as you need it.”“Aiden’s room?”“Stop.”Aiden’s stern tone cut through the rapidly growing din, “These are a lot of plans you’re making for someone you haven’t even spoken to in nearly four years. How about we dial it back.”“Aiden, please don’t be reductive. Your sister was just released from prison– "“Actually, I wasn’t just released,” Ava said. “I’ve been out for about six months now.”A tense silence stretched between them before Marie cut the quiet with another sob, “Six months? And you never reached out?”“Like you reached out to me?”“Ava,” Garrett warned, but it was her turn to cut him off.“Forgive me for addressing
“What have you done?”Noah knew from the moment he saw the stark white Bentley parked in his driveway that he was in for a treat of a conversation. But when he walked into the parlor only to find the bottle of extremely rare Rebouche au Chateau already half empty, he considered turning right back around.Alpha or not, hell hath no fury like an irritated mother. Especially when said mother was Neia Adelaide Thomas.“Which part? You’ll have to be more specific.” Noah feigned nonchalance as he took off his coat and hung it on the nearby coat hanger. “Baring all goes well in a few days, I’ve secured a seat for myself on the Council, established myself as the rightful heir to the Eclipse Alphadom, and made good with the leaders of the Alliance. All in all, I think I’ve smashed out goals.”Neia grimaced, her crimson lipstick standing out like a bloodstain against her bronzed skin, “No, Noah, darling. You&rsquo
“Noah?” Ava called as she walked through the front door of the lake house, dumping her bags by the front door. “When did you get home?”The large home was nearly completely dark and silent, but the cheery fire dancing in the living room fireplace told her that barring an extremely uncharacteristic lapse in judgment, Noah was somewhere nearby.Sure enough, no sooner did she flick on the living room light than Noah appeared barefoot at the back doors. He shook leaves from his closely cropped hair as he slid the glass door panels aside and stepped inside. As soon as he saw her, his face lit up.“How did it go?”Ava was across the room in a flash, flinging her arms around him. He caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried his nose in her hair.“God, I missed you,” he groaned. “It feels like it’s been too damn long since we’ve been in our home together.”He pulled bac
12:30 PM“Earth to Ava! How is this not inspiring something in you?”The fingers snapping in Ava’s face caused her to blink back into the present…and then blink again in surprise at the enormous stone figure rising up out of the Upper New York Bay before her, “Oh, wow…where did that come from?”Beside her, Aiden chuckled and held up the pamphlet he picked up from the kiosk outside of the ferry dock, “According to this, France all the way back in 1884 as a sign of friendship and a celebration of independence. Hmm…maybe the Alpha’s should’ve had a statue commissioned for tonight?”From her other side, Bren snorted, “I’m glad to see that the moment hasn’t been wasted on you, Miss. I’ve lived a few hours from New York City my entire life and have never seen the Statue of Liberty.”Ava shrugged, raising her phone to capture of picture of the towering figure li
6:38 PMAva went crashing to her knees right in the center of 4th and Broadway, surrounded on all sides by the hundreds of families, tourists, and native New Yorkers that crowded the city’s sidewalks at any given time. Every single one of them seemed to fade from her view as she was suddenly filled with overwhelming heat. There were times, back when she’d been imprisoned in the dungeon, that guards would get their rocks off passing the time during their slogging shifts by watching the smaller inmates squirm by putting out their cigars and cigarettes on arms, throats, faces…any bit of exposed skin they could get their filthy hands on.She’d been on the receiving end of that special brand of torture play a time or twelve, but that pain was child’s play in comparison to the tsunami of agony ripping its way through her muscles, her skin – not even her teeth and hair were safe from the pain.“Ava!” Aiden dropped to the
Xavier didn’t bother asking for an explanation. He didn’t care. He was already half-transformed before he’d even consciously thought to give Alexandre the reins.One moment there was a man; the next, there was a beast as Xavier burst into his half-formed state. The hulking black beast took off toward the helicopter, gaining speed on all fours before launching himself at the bitch in white.Laser-focused as he was on his target, he didn’t register the other beast; its massive form crashed into him with all of the force of a freight train. The momentum sent Xavier flying, his large, furred body skipping off the wet tarmac like a stone.He threw his body over his shoulder, coming up on all-fours and digging his claws into the cement below, coming up just shy of the edge of the skyscraper they stood on. Xavier’s barrel chest heaved as he stared down the other male. Noah was big, easily half a foot taller than Xavier in his Wolfman state.
The helicopters hovered above the arena as long dark ropes unfurled from the gaping voids of their cockpits, and soldiers in white began to descend into the Trial grounds. The largest chopper in the group tilted downward, and Xavier watched in horror as gun turrets descended from the vehicle’s hull.Just as he shouted a warning, it was drowned out by the spray of rapid machine-gun fire that bathed the stands where his people, his allies, his mate stood watching on in bewildered shock. It was a stroke of luck and good fortune that Emmaline and Marnie Adair had insisted on attending the Trial along with several other representatives from their coven.The witches were quick to respond, throwing up glimmering shields that did an excellent job of deflecting the rain of bullets, sending them careening off to join the hundreds of other projectiles currently reducing the two-hundred-year-old structure to little more than kindling.Xavier roared his fury and shifted, sna
The weeks leading up to the next month’s Blue Moon and the Trial by Combat scheduled for that night went by surprisingly quickly and quietly. The calm before the storm.Ava, for her part, spent most of that time talking, getting to know as much as she could about her newfound allies. There was a host of information that the spellcasters and the shapeshifters had to bring to the table; doors that she had never known were there to open. Her analytical tactician's mind was thoroughly stimulated at the influx of new information.She had to be thankful that Marnie and Emmaline’s coven had deemed their cause worth investing their time and resources into. And the Selkies? Ava was under no naïve misconception that their involvement was due to anything less than desperation. It just so happened that desperation was as good a motivator as any.Slowly, ever so carefully, Ava worked with Emmaline, Marnie, and the Selkie diplomats to covertly spread the word of th
“The nerve of you is astounding, Adair. What, pray tell, did you think you would accomplish by bringing them here?”The hostile vibe Ava had picked up even from a dozen yards away and through several inches of bulletproof glass somehow didn’t manage to improve by coming into close proximity to the…finfolk? The Selkies, Marnie had called them. People who could turn into seals.It seemed ridiculous, given her own circumstances, that…well, anything really, could surprise her at this point. And, to be fair, it wasn’t the existence of seal people that was currently throwing her for a loop; it was being hit, once again, with the staggering realization of just how little she actually knew about the world around her, her own wider community.And it wasn’t just Ava, either. Through their bond, she could feel Xavier’s mind whirring, struggling to quickly process the new influx of information. Even now, after all this time,
“Alright, alright, shock aside, this is good for us, right?”“That we’re so out of touch that we didn’t even know that there’s an ancient order of witches ruling the world?” “I’m having a hard time tracking your logic, sweets.”“First, to be clear, the institution is ancient, not the witches,” “Well, save for a few that I can think of, but none that we know personally.”“All that aside,” Ava reiterated through gritted teeth. “We all want the same thing! We came here looking for allies to start a new society, and here you all already have irrefutable proof that our plan has legs.”“In theory,” Emmaline emphasized. “Once again, I feel the need to impress upon you the fact that we have no real insight on the inner workings of these pan-supernatural communities outside of the fact that they exist. Much less whether something of the like would
Ava and the Alphas gaped as the two embraced. One female, one woman. One Wolf, the other a human witch. And yet, somehow, they claimed to be sisters. It wasn’t just a turn of phrase or empty words, either. Now that the idea had been spoken, Ava saw the glimmers of recognition solidify into irrefutable shared features between the two.The piercing emerald green of their eyes, the deeply rich, almost black of their hair, even the shapes of their noses and their general bearings were the same.“You’re sisters?” Ava asked.“You’re Alpha?” Liam asked even louder.Emmaline cocked her head to the side in the same bold challenge that Marnie was good for adopting pretty much anytime she found herself speaking with any Wolven male. Ava was beginning to realize that the habit was probably born of more than simply dealing with male bravado.“Why wouldn’t I be?” Emmaline asked, her supple voice thick with saccha
“No.”The line went silent as Ava blinked rapidly, her neurons firing at all cylinders struggling to process the fact that her brother had just blatantly shut down such a simple request for information and why on earth that would be.“Excuse me?” She finally asked. “What do you mean no?”“I mean that I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go meddling in Grave Crown affairs,” he said, his voice stern and giving no quarter. That was all well and good that he felt so strongly, but as long as he was also giving her no answers, ‘no’ wasn’t going to cut it for her.“Grave Crown affairs are Alliance affairs, Aiden. You know that,” she replied.Her brother huffed on the other end of the phone – a frustrated sound. “Even if the Alliance still existed, you, I, and everyone else knows that hasn’t been the case in a long time.”“Bullshit,&rdquo
Ava blinked in and out of consciousness as searing pain ripped through her abdomen. Whenever she surfaced, the renewed shock of pain would cause her to take a quick breath inward that would send yet another, even more, intense wave rocketing through her, sending her back into oblivion.It took a couple of tries and several hours for Ava to wake and stay awake; the pain finally dulled to a thrumming ache. When she could finally open her eyes without her eyelids feeling as if they were made of lead, the first thing she saw was Jack’s pensive face hovering over hers.And the second thing she registered, along with an intense sense of déjà vu, was Xavier’s equally pensive face a little ways off, slumped in a nearby chair.“This feels awfully familiar,” she quipped, her dry throat making her joke sound more like a croak.“Really? And to think that I was just beginning to forget what it was like trying to glue you back togeth
First came the rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns. Then came the screams.All around her, bodies flew into motion as she stood with her phone gripped numbly in her fist.“Ava,” she heard Noah’s desperate voice faintly through the other end of the line as if through a fog. “Ava, what’s happening? Talk to me! Has it already started, damn it?!”Without a word in response, Ava ended the call with a flick of her thumb, far too thrown by just how quickly the tide had shifted today. Neia hadn’t just crossed a line – she’d obliterated it and re-drawn a new one in her image.Ava sprung into action, doing the first thing that came to mind as she ran to the nearest emergency call button and smashed it. The system was relatively shiny and new, having only been installed after her run-in with those sadistic bastards in room 701.Now, flashing warning lights lit up every hallway in the building. The blaring alarm made it im
Eight months ago, if someone had told Ava that just the sight of the Green Light Club’s garish neon sign would be enough to make her smile, she would have laughed in their face. Alright, well, she probably wouldn’t have, but she certainly wouldn’t have believed them either.And yet, here she was, grinning from ear to ear, at the prospect of feeling something familiar, even if the majority of her memories of the place were of the variety that was best left forgotten. She was fairly sure that there was probably some sort of clinical diagnosis with a long name used to describe the contextually perverse sense of relief she felt at her first glance of shiny black lacquer and crushed green velvet. Goddess, this place was awful, and she was so glad to be back.Then again, the journey getting back to the club had been fraught enough to make her eager to climb under the first black silk duvet she saw, regardless of the fact that it could never, under any cir