Grace Seraphina glided in, beaming and wearing a bright green sweater dress that looked like it was the same color as spring grass. Relief and happiness went through me. “I thought you’d left already.” She lifted a shoulder. “Minor delay.” Jackson shifted uncomfortably as she rounded the tab
“Any suggestions?” Charles asked, unfolding the linen napkin onto his lap. “I had the feeling you hadn’t been often.” I shook my head. “I think I came once. I can’t remember what I had…” “I can’t remember what you ordered either,” he said. “I just remember…” He shook his head. “It was terrible
Charles My heart lurched with fear as Grace went pale. I turned and led her back to our table, throwing down enough cash for the bill and calling George to come get us as Grace continued to talk to Kelly. "Where are you, Kelly? Are you with the kids?" "I-I'm downstairs in the kitchen." S
The tension melted away as I rounded the corner and found a group of Lycan Enforcers. Their expressions were grim, and I could see Kelly being carefully wrapped in a blanket, her face drained of color from fright. Kelly was shaking a bit where she sat, but she seemed completely unharmed save for a s
Charles I smiled. I was impressed that she knew what it was. "What's that?" Kelly asked. "It doesn't matter," Grace said, her voice thick. "I-I..." I reached out, cupping her jaw and drawing her closer. I pressed our foreheads together until she met my eyes, likely shocked at how natural tha
I chuckled and looked back at Grace, who looked at a loss for words. "I think she'll want to be there for this talk." "Okay." Grace was stiff and silent after I'd gotten Eason on his feet and helped him down the hall. The suit was absolutely ruined, but I was filled with hope that maybe Eason
Grace I was seething with anger and an overwhelming desire to seek immediate vengeance. My instincts were screaming for blood. The thought of someone targeting my home and my family was unbearable. I wanted to find that bastard and his father to make them pay. Eason hesitated, clearly torn betwe
Entering the punching bag room, I closed the door behind me hard enough to shake the frame. My eyes fell upon the lycan punching bag hanging there. Without hesitation, I started to strike the bag, each blow fueled by anger. Each punch felt a bit like I was releasing some of the storm raging within
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