He has a mate. No matter what he said, he had a mate. As I glanced at the list of potential candidates before me, a sense of accomplishment mingled with a hint of trepidation. My eyes pricked with tears. If I hadn’t been stupid and selfish, I wouldn’t be in this position, but what good would k
Charles I walked into the house. It was later than I had intended, but I could hear Grace still awake. I headed toward her office and heard her voice, a bit strained. She was clearly on the phone, pacing in front of her desk, her attention focused on the phone in her hand. I couldn’t help but feel
I couldn’t help but grin, the tension of the past days momentarily lifting. “Of course. I have a spot picked out and everything. The frame is the last piece.” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll find a few more for Cecil’s drawings.” Her eyes glimmered with a red light. Her scent grew warm and wanting. “Thank
Grace As the Winter Moon Festival drew near, I found myself immersed in a whirlwind of activity. Juggling the responsibilities of preparing for the pack’s celebration and preparing to return to school at the beginning of the spring term was no easy feat. The holiday season brought a sense of joy a
When the journalist had asked all of her questions, I went back to join the rest of the workers on the other side. I took down notes for the repairs. Charles came back with at least three trees worth of firewood and a beaming smile. When we called it a day, we headed back home together. When we got
Charles I left that night, regretting my restraint as George drove me back the long, winding roads to the Palace. Leaving Grace’s pack house was a bittersweet moment. My usual happiness about returning home was stifled. I wanted to be at the Mooncrest Pack House with Grace, Cecil, and Richard. H
How much longer could I put off the inevitable? With a heavy sigh, I locked my phone and set it aside. I knew that I couldn’t ignore the message and that the situation demanded a response. But at that moment, I was too conflicted, too angry, too something to respond the way I usually would. As t
Grace The days since Charles returned to the Palace were a blur of activity and challenges. The pack was abuzz with preparations for the festivities, but there was an undercurrent of tension and unease that I couldn’t ignore. The news of the break-in, combined with the ongoing financial struggles