Finally, I managed to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth. “She’s really gone,” I said. “No one can find her. It seems she’s fled the pack.” Ava’s eyes blew wide at my words. “Oh, Goddess,” she whispered, pressing her trembling fingers to her lips. “Oh, Goddess, this is all my fault…”
Ava The corridors of Chris’s towering office building were quiet as we strode toward his office, our footsteps echoing in the empty halls. My gaze roamed over the gleaming surfaces and out the large windows overlooking the bustling human city below—a sight that I wasn’t sure whether I would ever g
“Of course,” I said. The secretaries spent a few moments fussing over my tattoo, and then moved on to other things—like my hair, my eyes, my outfit. I couldn’t help but blush beneath their praise. “You’re so beautiful,” Maria cooed, her eyes wandering my face while Chris continued to busy himsel
Ava I felt my heart pounding as we approached the cell where Olivia had been kept beneath the Packhouse. The dark corridor smelled faintly of mildew and stale air, but I barely noticed it—my mind was racing too much to focus on anything else. We had only just arrived back to Moonstone on the fer
It wobbled beneath my fingertips. “Hmm,” I muttered. I grasped the loose stone and worked it away from the wall entirely, revealing a hollow little pocket nestled in the wall behind it. “Chris,” I hissed, turning back toward the doorway. He held up one finger to stop me, his intense gaze still f
Ava I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other as Chris scoffed loudly, shaking his head. My gaze flitted nervously between him and the gathered Elders standing before us in the dimly lit meeting hall. An emergency council meeting had, of course, been called just moments after we had disco
There was a long silence as Degas gathered his thoughts; not even Chris, for all of his bravado, dared to interrupt the wizened Elder. “You have seen the blight at the old warehouse, yes?” Degas finally asked, leaning back in his chair. Chris nodded without turning. “I have.” “So you have, the
Ava The gentle chirping of crickets outside my bedroom window filled the silence, the soft breeze floating in through the open window as I lazily traced shapes across Chris’s bare chest. The room was dimly lit solely by the single lamp on my bedside table, casting our skin in a warm amber hue. H