Her phone rang behind her. She huffed and looked at it before rolling her eyes. “I think you should answer.” The chirp of Grace's phone felt more and more insistent. A playful scowl crept onto her face. “It can wait.” She reached for me again. I pushed her hands away gently. My voice felt st
Charles “Grace!” An icy dread struck me. My heart slammed against my ribs. The image of her wolf form, a magnificent brown streak against the shadows, was branded into my mind. We were on the third floor she never shifted before. That fall could injure her easily if she didn’t have enough contro
I grabbed the radio. “Enforcer units stationed at Mooncrest, this is your king. Your orders are as follows: secure every alley, every rooftop, every shadow. Your main priority is to find and locate Cecil Wolfe. 4-year-old, dark hair, currently in the custody of kidnappers. Keep your eye out for Alph
Charles I had never thought I would raise such a stupid child. He probably had contacted the underbelly of the human world for the funds that he probably had never planned to pay back. It had likely always been the plan to leave Grace saddled with all of it on her own. It had probably never even
“Give me all the information you can on it,” I paused. “And what it’s been used for recently.” “Charles?” Eason's voice came through the radio. “I'm here. How are you feeling?” “Like hell. I'm at City Hall, getting into the safe. Where's my sister?” "Shifted and tracking Cecil, I think. Thro
Grace Pain, a searing flash that ripped through the fog of primal fury, brought me crashing back to reality. My jaws clamped down on… metal? Stone? Something so hard, I swear my teeth chipped. The metallic and sparkling tang of blood and something else filled my mouth as I recoiled, a whimper esca
Until I’d ripped the men who took her apart. "Grace!" Charles' voice boomed behind me, laced with urgency. "Slow down! Stay under my shield!" I should have. I wanted to, but I couldn’t get my body to slow or turn back. She was so close. I’m coming, honey. Mommy’s coming. Corners blurred, co
Grace I snarled low in my throat. His presence, even disembodied, felt like a predator stalking its prey. It felt like I was back in that dream, surrounded by destruction and alone. The darkness felt deeper than it should have. My stomach turned. I felt my bravado faltering as memories from the dr