Michael was driving while Henry was in the passenger seat and Richard in the back of Henry’s SUV. Ethan stayed in the apartment to help Kate get back on her feet but promised that they would soon follow after them.
They broke every speed limit there was, and they were nearing their destination. All along, Henry was on the phone, filling John in on the details and what he suspected was happening. Jo
From somewhere in the woods, a big group of feral werewolves managed to break through the protective circle that John’s warrior wolves created on the perimeter of Henry’s cottage. There were, for sure, at least a couple of dozens of them, all attacking Henry at once, and he had no choice but to take his dragon form that was much stronger and way bigger than his human one, but unfortunately slower on the ground than his current enemies.
“Nooo!” Elizabeth screamed from the top of her lungs at the sight of Henry in his dragon form flying through the air, but her cry was muted by the explosion. She just gained her consciousness back and Michael was helping her to stand up when the explosion occurred towards which she wanted to run, but the power of the blast threw her back too. Her fall was softened by Michael’s body, and the soot tha
The ashes of the dead werewolves were blown away by the breeze that came from east. Under the rays of the early rising sun, the scene could be called magical if it wasn’t filled with death. From the cottage that Elizabeth came to love so much, the only thing that was left was the concrete foundation and the basement. Everything else was blown to pieces or charred.
The next morning after breakfast, Elizabeth and Henry were preparing to leave for the city to Henry’s penthouse since even without saying it out loud, they both knew what each other was thinking. They were longing for some alone time, to just be with each other. Even though they enjoyed the time they have spent with the family, they longed for each other. During breakfast, Henry mentioned wanting to
“That’s not possible,” Henry said in a low voice, and Elizabeth felt his hands that she was still holding in hers suddenly went cold. They were silent for a while, each in their own thoughts. Elizabeth accepted the possibility of what she just said actually being the truth, and Henry… well, he wasn’t thinking about much right now. He was trying to wrap his head around what he just heard, but he was failing. “I thought so too, but that guy, the third one, he was so sure of it that he planned what to do with the money once the baby is born and he sold it,” bitterness colored her tone. “And Robert wanted to get rid of it first thing after they were supposed to kill you…” she was now speaking very fast. “And they said that I, and I quote here, reek of pregnancy hormones… I didn’t want to believe it at first because I don’t feel any different, but now that I think about it… I did miss two of my last periods, and that had never happened before,” her voice trailed off at the end. Henry stil
“What are we going to do? Where are we going to live? When are we going to tell everyone? How are we going to tell everyone?” Elizabeth had a thousand questions, and Henry laughed. “Love, we’ll figure it out. We have time,” he said softly, hugging her and planting a chaste kiss on her forehead. Since Henry had no intention of letting Elizabeth cook for him now, they ordered lunch to be delivered, and they stayed in bed cuddling while it arrived. “I was thinking of hiring a construction crew to build a new house on the same spot. I have always loved that place and the peace up there...” “That would be amazing! But I have a request or two...” Elizabeth quickly agreed with a dreamy look on her face, already imagining them living there. “Anything you want, love.” “A fireplace! I always wanted one, and I bet the next winter would be a snowy one up there. Oh, and a guest room... in case we have visitors sometimes. More windows would be nice, and maybe a back garden. And when I think of
“She’s beautiful,” Elizabeth spoke in the softest possible voice while she held baby Amanda in her arms, looking at her small, chubby face. The baby was looking right back at her with a curious expression on her little face like she was assessing her. Elizabeth never had experience with babies, but she was sure that they were not supposed to act so maturely when they’re only a couple of days old. “Y
Days went by turning into weeks, and two months passed like a blink of an eye since the whole ordeal that caused the destruction of the cottage in the mountains. It was early December when the construction crew left the site, and only the interior designer was left there to do some final touch-ups. During these two months, Henry made only two short trips to the site to see for himself how things wer