Charles The soft morning light filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the quiet house. I had always been an early riser, and this morning was no exception. I padded down the hallway, my thoughts still lingering on the dreams of the night. As I descended the stairs, I listened t
As we sipped our tea and ate, Cecil was full of things to say. She told Grace about making pancakes and quickly stated that Grace should join us next time. The thought of Grace in the kitchen with us warmed my heart and filled me with yearning. “These are way better than our usual,” Grace said. “T
Grace After we finished High Tea with Cecil, Charles took her to the bathroom to clean the icing from her hands. I heard her squeal. “Are these for me? Thank you, Uncle Charles!” Eason let out a low whistle as we made it to my office. “He’s really stepping into the Daddy shoes, isn’t he?” I flus
“Most of those people have already moved,” Charles said, smiling. “We have several thriving werewolf-majority communities spread out through the Clan territories.” Eason’s eyes glimmered, and my heart clenched. I wondered for a moment if wanting to keep him here was selfish. Would he be happier the
Grace “No can do,” he said. “We put them in the isolation chamber. They’re on lockdown until morning for causing civil unrest.” “Doing what?” “They attacked several members of the pack.” “Unprovoked?” George said. “You know how you lycans are,” he sneered. “You’re just a step away from snarlin
“Now!” They jumped up and started scrambling. “She really is just like her mother…” I frowned, listening to the words. I didn’t know what that meant, but I had a feeling I would know soon. George came out looking furious with his own notes. I told him what I had sent the rest of the officers off
Grace “Are you sure about this?” I asked for at least the fourth time. We were at my father's old office at Mooncrest City Hall the following day. Eason had suggested it instead of the police station to solidify my position or something like that. I had stopped off at the police station earlier an
“If Richard or Cecil get to that age and get into a fight, I’ll make sure they know how to kill,” Charles said. “Charles!” He lifted a shoulder. “One against many is a fight for survival. I’d rather them come home than end up in a gutter.” The thought chilled me, but I didn’t disagree. “What are