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
Grace My heart raced as I stared at my phone. I waited for him to call back, but as time stretched on and the night began to fall, I had to give up. Amira headed home. Eason and I headed back home as well, though he didn't ride with me. I wanted to ask him to, but he was gone before I could. I cou
"I'd quarantine them at least." "You are missing the point. Until it's certain these people aren't a threat, I'm not clearing any transport to take them into the city. Blood Moon has used infiltrators to get inside territories during situations like this." "Even infiltrators will die without pro
Grace I got to Wolfe Medical earlier than most of the staff. The news was still going on about what everyone in the States had to say about my decision not to step down. It didn't seem like anyone agreed that I should be in my position. "Hey, boss," Amira greeted as she came in with a smile. "I
Eason wasn't better than me because he'd stuck around. If he'd had anything really going for him in college he would have left after our father's funeral, too. I sipped my cold coffee, feeling my mood darkening as more of Eason's stupid little speech started to wash through my mind. The city hated
Grace I stormed down the hall. As I entered the conference room, Eason had the nerve to not even look up as I entered. He was on the phone. There was a tiny fan on the table blowing at top speed at him as he talked. The cooler he'd been lugging around was sitting beside him. A frosty drink sat in
"I've put up with a lot of shit from you, Grace." His voice was a low, seething sound that felt like electricity in the air. "But this takes the fucking cake. Knock it off." "You don't get to play the victim here, Eason. I see straight through all your crap about Jackson, about the WSU, about what
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