I decided to call Eason. “Are you planning another impromptu address?” He asked, laughing. “Cause I want to be invited to that one, not just catch the tail-end.” I laughed. “I actually wanted some… public relations advice. I’ll pay you—“ “Let me come over and enjoy your new boyfriend’s cooking, a
Grace Amira was a goddess of miracles and pettiness. Not only had she gotten a stamp with my petty signature made, but she had set up a workflow between the transfer system and the pack’s messaging system to tell everyone who was transferring that they had a week to get out or they would be escorte
Eason blinked again, then dropped his gaze and swallowed. I looked between the two of them. “What was that?” “Eason hasn’t been sleeping,” Charles said. “And he was sending himself into a spiral. He’s reacting to the state of the pack… Specifically, you.” I blinked and looked at Eason. “You…” Ea
Grace As the days passed, it was becoming clearer that my role as alpha went beyond just making decisions; it required me to be a compassionate leader who could bridge the divides that had formed. I knew I couldn't do it alone, and I leaned on Eason and Charles for support and guidance. With each
Jackson, perhaps sensing my disquiet, decided to speak his mind. "Grace," he began, his tone measured, "I've been thinking about your recent actions, especially that speech you made outside Wolfe Medical." I frowned. "What about it?" Jackson sighed, his expression serious. "Grace, you know I've a
Grace As the evening sun painted the sky in fiery hues, I found myself at home, sitting in the cozy living room of the Mooncrest Pack House, my mind replaying the encounter with Jackson. Cecil was in the playroom, and Richard was cooing up at the toys that hung from the top of his rocker. They were
He outright tried to barge in on a meeting I was having with Eason about the pack's appearance. At first, it seemed like an overbearing attempt to make me less angry or get me to talk to him, but as the day wore on, his intentions became increasingly clear. It started with small, subtle signs. A li
Grace Charles' lips twitched, and he nodded. "Of course, Grace," he replied, his tone calm but tinged with something I couldn't quite decipher. "What's on your mind? Shall we adjourn to the kitchen or the living room?" "Are you going to make fun of my brewing skills again?" He grinned shrugged o
I nodded. "Don't let me trip." "I'll do my best." With a shared laugh, we headed out the door. Esme was there at the door, hanging back. Gracian stepped away from me and linked arms with her. "We'll see you soon." I nodded and watched them go. We stood in the foyer of the building. From wh
Grace A month later... After the attack, the remaining members retreated into the cabinet to figure out what to do. After all, the other half and the president had been killed in the attack because they attacked Mooncrest. Luckily, Astarte had simply fixed everything, and aside from the aches an
Fire spilled over the doors as we fought our way down the stairs. Something swiped my cheek, but I didn't heed it. We stumbled over the bodies and slipped in the blood. I tried not to think about how many people I'd killed. I didn't want to think about it. "Back up is coming, but we need time, "
Grace I heard dying screams as I ran. The sound of battle echoed down the hallway. I found Astarte holding a group of attackers off at the door of the other stairs. "There was no way off." Astarte snarled. "Your mother's office! Lock the door." "What about--" "Go!" I bit my lip and ran
"A good PR move comes with a splash of fun." Astarted nodded forward. "I believe you should get to your command room, yes?" I nodded and headed upstairs to my father's office, adrenaline pumping through my veins. An attack, contained or not, was a serious threat. The city needed to be locked dow
Grace As we boarded the crowded bus, a knot of unease tightened in my gut. Astarte made a show of being intrigued. She smiled for every photo and seemed genuinely delighted, all the while, she explained her plan. I promised to help you. PR is important. Having me here will get you attention beyo
"Thanks." "Really well," Xavier said, setting his laptop on the table. On one side was a report on my interview, a headline streamed across the bottom. "Alpha Wolfe: A Beacon of Hope in Dark Times." Below it, a graph charted a dramatic rise in public approval for both myself and Wolfe Medica
Grace A nervous flutter danced in my stomach as I smoothed out the wrinkles on my blazer. I'd rather be orienting all the students, including the bright-eyed Westridge students, but Xavier and Amira swore up and down that this was for the best. Charles leaned into my office and grinned. "Nervous
I set my phone down and scoffed. When had my alma mater allowed so many idiots since I'd been an undergrad? Their loss. The lycans, humans, and witches had no problem. Seraphina, Margaret and I met everyone who had signed on in the conference room at City Hall. The excitement was palpable as the n