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
Elizabeth and Henry spent Christmas and New Year’s Eve with the family, all gathered in the manor. They celebrated traditional human holidays because of Anna, Elizabeth, and Sarah since the rest of them were of other species and religion altogether, but either way, sharing gifts and spending time together was a reason enough for all of them to participate. The rest of the time, Henry and Elizabeth s
3 years later “Henry! For God’s sake, get them out of the water right now!” Elizabeth yell
"Hey, love. What are you reading there?" Henry came in carrying some firewood in his arms.It was the middle of January, and it was cold outside, so Henry made sure to bring in enough wood to feed the fire in the fireplace in front of which Elizabeth spent most of her time. Elizabeth rarely went out these days because the snow was too high. It reached her waist, so she wouldn't stroll too far from the house.Elizabeth raised her gaze to look at Henry. She still had moments when she would wonder what she did to deserve someone like Henry."Just some old history book I borrowed from Richard's library. I'm trying to learn as much as I can about dragons before, you know… and I still can't believe how big that place is! Richard has an impressive collection of books, and most of them are about supernatural topics. One would need a lifetime to go through all of them."Henry put the firewood in the basket next to the fireplace and moved to sit behind Elizabeth. She leaned on him