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.”
Grace Charles checked in every day he was gone, but it was never as long or as in-depth as I wanted. It was just enough to ask if we needed anything, say goodnight to Cecil, and stay on top of any issues popping up with Wolfe Medical and the pack. Then, the day of the first day of the Festival w
Then, she went quiet and still. I noticed the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes, her lower lip quivering slightly. I knelt down beside her, my concern deepening. "Cecil, sweetie, what's the matter?" I asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. She sniffled and looked up at me, her eyes fill
Grace The coverage of the Winter Moon Festival had done more for my image among the pack than I had imagined. I don’t know who Eason talked to among the journalists who had covered the event, but I was a little nervous that Charles might actually try to poach him from the pack. Maybe I should just
His eyes widened. “What?” “I had no idea you were even alive with everything that happened,” she shook her head. “Your father was pretty clear that I should leave if anything were to happen to either of you. It was ultimately safer for me to be in the States, clearly with all the attacks, but I ho
Charles A blizzard had come to Mooncrest. It couldn’t have come at a better time. I glanced over at the little cookie trophy Cecil, and I had won. Usually, it would make me smile, but it wasn’t doing the usual work of lifting my mood. I was pissed. Margaret seemed sure that I had nothing to worr
“High-strung,” I said. “He’s…” I glanced at him. “He’s in need of someone who doesn’t give a damn about who he is.” My phone started to ring in my office. I hummed. “Hold that thought.” I headed back to my office and grabbed my phone. "Charles Blackwood speaking," I said, my tone steady. T