Well, despite a very different start to my day, and a very rushed preparation for work, I don’t think I had stopped smiling all day. In spite of the slight delay in me getting ready for work, thanks to Asher and his “distractions”, shall we say, I amazingly still made it to work with minutes to spar
I honestly think she had begun to suspect something was going on between the two of us. But, Asher seemed reluctant to talk about this with her, and after we had spoken about it, I could understand why. It was a difficult subject to broach. And, I didn’t want to be the one that pressured him to do s
I rushed through the packhouse after being notified of my sister’s arrival. A small part of me was a little apprehensive to see her after everything that had happened between us, but mainly I was excited. Looking forward to seeing her. Having not seen any family since my move here. Upon our arrival
I followed my sister through the corridors of the packhouse in her new pack. It seemed a nice place, and I have to say, I couldn't help but notice a difference in her attitude… her aura. She seemed so much calmer… confident… happier. And, I can’t lie, it suited her. This was not the same Bailey who
“Wow, that has been years, Morgan!”“Just like old times then!” I smiled at her, and she nodded.“Sorry, my room is nothing exciting, they are setting a house up for me. But, with me wanting to come here so suddenly, they had to put me in here.” Bailey explained, and I understood. She had been in a
I was settling into the new pack. My home. The pack I would one day be Luna of. Okay, it wasn’t quite what I was used to, but once Miles had been made Alpha, he said I could make the changes I wanted, so I was making notes each day of things I did not like… things I felt could be improved, and quite
Once I had left Bailey after walking her home, deciding it was most definitely not a safe plan for me to go and help her arrange her room for her sister's arrival, I had gone to find Caleb to do some training. Taking my frustration out on my best friend by beating the crap out of him sounded like a
Morgan and I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling chatting like we used to when we were younger. About anything and everything under the sun. Laughing and giggling at the most ridiculous of things, and I have to say, it felt so good. I think it was the closest I had felt to my sister in a long tim