Yeah. The man I already had who made delicious food, did laundry, loved my kids, and supported me. Still, maybe, just maybe, he was trying to be friendly. Supportive? "Though it would have been nice if you dressed up a bit for dinner here." I blinked at him. Did he think this was a date? I alm
Grace Jackson had gone back to watching the news footage until the very end, and I had watched his emotions flickering across his face. It kept me up that night far more than Charles’ absence. My heart wanted to believe him, but my instincts were screaming that he might not be rallying in the stree
I laughed. “I love your spirit, and your boyfriend sounds like a treat. How are the transfers in looking? Settling well? I want to grant at least another full round for orientation soon.” She nodded. “Settled, thriving, applying for jobs. New students in schools, etc. I’ve pre-sorted about that num
Charles I could hear the smile in Grace’s voice when she answered as I sunk into the plush cushions of the seated lounge of the Savoy. The restaurant was nothing short of exquisite, a testament to lycan craftsmanship and wealth. Its interior was adorned with captivating lycan art, polished stone,
Moonblood had new roads in some of the smaller towns. The wheat farms had gotten hit a bit hard from a winter storm, but they had enough stored from the previous harvest to be more than fine. I was proud of how far Isolde had built up her Clan. So, it made it even harder to understand what she cou
Charles I sighed and shook my head as I heard Tessa growing closer. One day, Isolde would cease to find enjoyment in stirring the drama of my relationship with Tessa, but I had a feeling that it truly would be the day Tessa died. As Tessa stormed into the room, her presence alone seemed to cast
She stammered. "My issue is why?" I said. "You have my number, Tessa. I have never lied to you. Never hidden anything from you. Never made it so you could not reach me. Why resort to this when you could have just asked?" Her jaw trembled. Her eyes darted from side to side, but not once did I see
Grace As I dressed for the meeting, my thoughts kept circling back to that woman on the phone with Charles. Platonic trouble is what he called her. I told him I trusted him, but even I could feel how hollow the words sounded. It had been a few days since then, and Charles hadn't called me. I'd got
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