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
Charles The early morning sun was breaking through the trees as Quillan, the driver, sent us flying down a steep incline. The jeep landed hard, jostling everyone onboard, but I barely paid any heed to it. "I can't believe this shit," Mercy hissed, gripping the edges of the van. "A fucking poli