“I just... I needed to hear your voice,” I admitted, my voice catching slightly. Silence hung between us for a moment before Charles spoke again, his concern evident. “Grace, what’s wrong? You don’t sound like yourself.” I took a deep breath, my resolve crumbling as the weight of my emotions thr
Grace Her voice on the other end of the line was cool, detached, and held an edge of irritation that made my heart sink. This was the woman who had once guided me through the labyrinth of research, who had been my mentor in the days when I was just starting to formulate the idea of the longevity p
There was a pause on the other end, a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever. When she finally spoke, her voice was still laced with skepticism. “Desperate? That’s a strong word.” I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find the right words, the ones that would convince her
Grace Beside me, Eason was diligently working his own contacts, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he sifted through information. I was almost envious of how easy it seemed to be for him and more than proud. Eason had always been good with people and technology. He was far more likable than
I considered his words, the gears in my mind turning as I weighed the potential benefits against the risks. On the one hand, it was a way to use the negative publicity to our advantage, and on the other, it carried the danger of drawing more attention to the pack's internal struggles. "But won't t
Charles Grace's delighted squeal reached my ears moments after I heard the door open. The scent of another werewolf, a man, drifted into the room. I looked at Eason as I heard the man’s laughter ring out. "Jackson!" Grace exclaimed, her laughter mingling with the excitement in her voice. Eason
As I worked, I grappled with the conflicting emotions that battled within me. I wanted Grace. I wanted her more by the day. Jackson’s arrival and interest were going to irritate me beyond belief. I knew it. The surge of possessiveness, a primal urge to protect what I had come to care for, was going
Grace In the midst of the bustling household and the preparations for the upcoming festival, the one thing I hated more than anything had piled up: laundry. Richard was out of onesies, separates, hats, and everything else that an infant could need. I didn’t even know if there were any bibs and bur