Charles I eyed the door carefully and. laced my fingers together before answering. “Come in.” the door opened, and the young guard, who looked more put out than he had earlier, leaned in. “Your Majesty, I've brought Lady Redwood.” “Thank you.” She pushed past him as rude as ever. And I l
Her eyes heated. She stood up and bared her teeth at me, so very comfortable in the knowledge that, unlike her father, I would never strike her. I hated it when people used my good nature against me. "We're still mates, Charles," she hissed, a tremor in her voice. Fear? Anger? Maybe she had felt i
Charles I waited and watched the emotions rolling across her face. Her lips trembled. She stared back at me, likely trying to figure out if I was bluffing, but it had been years since she had been able to read my expression. I didn’t even feel her reaching for me to try and get a glimpse into what
“I am Lady Redwood. Your mate and future Queen. I'm above all lycans, let alone a few werewolves. As far as I'm concerned, attempting to even pretend to treat them as equals is ridiculous and is going to get you killed.” So, an assassination plot was lined up. I swept my gaze over her. It would li
Grace The car ride was a cacophony of chatter. Richard cooed in his baby seat, oblivious to the world around him. Cecil, bless her heart, gabbed excitedly about her new colors and the pictures she planned to color with them. Occasionally, she peppered Eason with questions, which he answered gladly
Jackson was a fraud, a thief, and a liar. He was also a raging lunatic who was siding with Alpha Shadow and didn't know how to take no for an answer. "Hello?" Charles asked. “Are you there?” “... yes.” my voice sounded flat, almost hollow. "Great, I'm glad you can hear me. I thought the recept
Charles I got off the phone with Grace and mulled over the conversation. The Shift was taking a harder toll on her than I thought, or maybe Eason had just given her another dose of calming meds. I'd have to check in with him again just to be sure. My phone chimed with a message from him. Two dos
“None that I’ve found, but his oath in Selene was pretty extensive.” “How much time do you think we have?” “Not long enough.” I nodded. “You do what has to be done… and hope that Diana has some good news for me.” George chuckled. “Stormclaws, right? Couldn’t pick some nice, sane, sensible, e
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