Grace It had taken an hour after I woke Eason up to get to the right person in the police forces to activate the curfew protocols. I didn't even know those existed until tonight. I thought Eason would go back to sleep after it was done, but he just settled at the table on the back patio in the col
"I thought..." He smiled as Eason set his laptop down, rumbled, and left again. Charles crossed the room to me. His stride was confident and easy. He crouched beside me and took my hands. "What was... that about?" I asked. "He said he was taking a break from you for a bit," Charles said, squee
Grace Eason's voice was a low, soothing murmur in my ear as he fed me line after line. "We find ourselves in challenging times with a heavy heart. We are so distant from the Mooncrest of our past. We have changed since the time of Mooncrest's establishment. We have changed since even my father s
Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking through my thoughts and causing me to jump slightly. I pulled it out and read the message from Charles. You did well. Go upstairs and stop pacing. My lips twitched. Could he see me? Could the people on the street see me, too? A faint smile touched my
Grace I really hoped that the people on the other side weren't coming in to spit at me. The door opened, and a small group of familiar faces walked in. They didn't seem pissed off with me at the moment, and they were all dressed in comfortable-looking clothing. Their lack of anger filled me with
"Not even when you get this shit in order," Frank said gruffly. "Alright. I've got enough. Since your assistant is competent and Eason is here, I'll let the others know they can just call in to register." Frank clapped Eason on the shoulder, and soon they left. I heard Frank get on the phone. "Y
Charles I hung up the phone with Grace. Not exactly the conversation I would have wanted to have right before gunshots, but it was one that needed to be started, especially after hearing a bit of what was said between her and Eason. Hopefully, she wouldn't clam up and actually listen to what I sai
He looked up at me with a bleak expression. "I've heard all my life that... you lycans take killing up as a hobby." I crouched beside him. "You've been misinformed. We don't shy away from murder when necessary, but it's hardly a pastime." His jaw trembled. "Are you going to kill them?" I til
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