"His grandmother," I said, thinking of Asher's wife. "I don't know if his mother had any magic." "It could be coming on sooner than you think." I shook my head. "Finding Eason is the priority. I have people on it. I'll push harder. What can you tell me about the ritual setup? Could Mooncrest act
Grace My hands shook as I held the tablet. I tightened my grip on it as the lines continued to fade and re-draw as Eason's dot continued to move. The red grew brighter as it continued to move. Even as the relief washed over me, knowing that we had some idea about where Eason was, I couldn't shake
"They're going underground. They're definitely near a warehouse or inside it. There's a building." I bit my lip. "Wait! Not a warehouse. You're looking for a house, like an old outpost or general store. It's near the entrance to the preserve." The lines started to shimmer and grow stronger until I
Charles The gravel crunched as we slowed and drifted between the warehouses toward the open area. The warehouse stood looking more like a ruin than anything that was still being used. Behind it, the house, which once served as a ticket booth to the preserve, now stood deserted, its windows and doo
I tapped my earpiece, calling Seraphina. "Your Majesty," my partner hissed. I turned as more people started to come out of the other entrances to the area, wielding random pipes and chains. I stowed my gun. "I'll take the left?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes glinting in the dark. Then, they
Grace My eyes hurt. My stomach was in knots, and I was certain that if I drank another cup of coffee, I was going to start shaking. Still, I sat at Eason's computer, hoping that using it would give me some inspiration, some clue about what to do, what to write, and what to say. My fingers shook as
"Eason has fantastic taste," she said, her voice light. "I'll have to ask where he shops for you. If this isn't a power suit, I don't know what is." I looked at it and smiled at the vibrant, blood-red dress. The pin in the lapel of the long jacket that went with it was Mooncrest's crest. It was st
Grace His voice echoed through the city, ringing in my ear. The entire city would be listening in, hiding in whatever bomb shelter they could. As I stood at the podium, I couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of dread that weighed on me. The importance of this moment was crushing, and I knew tha
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