Grace As I walked into the conference room and heard Cecil’s voice, I couldn't help but smile. Charles looked utterly pleased with himself with Richard in his arms, seemingly sleeping. Eason was sitting across the table from Cecil at his laptop. "Is that so?" I asked. "I'm so sorry I'm late."
I frowned. We'd talked about it briefly, but to have it happen so suddenly put me on edge. With Blood Moon and everything else that was going on, I didn't want to chance doing something that would ruin the little progress I made. I opened the dashboard Amira set up for me to track the major goals.
Charles I settled into my seat and shifted Richard so he lay more comfortably on my chest. He didn't even stir. I wasn't sure if he'd just exhausted himself playing with other children. I opened the email Grace forwarded me and wondered if she had read it. I suppose we'd see soon enough. The R
I thought of Astarte and shook my head. No. He'd made an enemy of witches long before now. "What do you do for surgery then?" I asked. "Keep people unconscious until the last possible moment," Eason said. "And make sure they're deeply unconscious before doing anything." I shook my head. "That
Grace After we'd talked a bit more, Eason's timer went off. Cecil gathered all of her papers and put them in the accordion folder Charles had reserved for her. My heart melted as I realized she'd decorated it. It made me think of my own binder. She slid down from her seat and came to throw her arm
My lips twitched. "Tell me that… after I get through this call." He chuckled. "I think I'll have something different to say to you then." After I got off the phone with Charles, I took a deep breath and went through the Inter-Pack Registry to search for the Duncan alpha's line. I dialed the numb
Grace I headed home later than I expected between typing up some loose ends with Wolfe Medical and staying a little longer to get a few assignments for classes done. As I entered the house, I was greeted with the warm family quiet of home. Then, I felt the tug of the compulsion. Esme's magical c
"Really?" I asked. "I would have thought girls weren't allowed to play those kinds of games." He chuckled. "Werewolves might care about the gender of their warriors, but lycans don't." I thought back. "I guess… that's why mom was so supportive of me joining the fencing team." I sighed again. "
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