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
As I started to load the other washer machine, an unexpected sense of intimacy enveloped us. Here we were, in the most ordinary of places, sharing a moment of domesticity that felt remarkably intimate. It struck me that I couldn’t remember Devin ever doing the laundry, though he always complained
Charles "Hey, Grace," Jackson greeted with a warm smile. His easygoing demeanor felt as fake as it did before to me, but I didn’t speak. "Hey, Jackson," she replied. Jackson's sudden entrance into the laundry room caught me off guard. His boisterous energy filled the space like a sickly, putri
I fucking hated being mature when I didn’t want to be. Restlessness gnawed at my insides. I was pissed. I was territorial and suspicious as hell, and that jackass was definitely planning to make a nuisance of himself. I needed to get out of this house for a few hours and get my mind together. I
Grace I came down, humming a little song. It had been great hanging out with Jackson these past few days, but the gnawing sense that something was wrong was still growing. Charles was avoiding me. Sure, he spent a lot of time at the house with Cecil and Richard, but I never ran into him in the liv
“You promise?” Cecil asked again. “You promise you’ll be back?” He smiled and crouched down. “I promise. Here.” He pulled something out, a shiny pin. “Do you know what this is?” She shook her head. “It’s my crest. I have to wear it for the Lycan Winter Moon Festival that happens after yours.”