Grace "I just--" "Did we not go over keeping you calm?" Esme hissed. "Didn't we talk about not acting like you had a hair trigger?" "He was twisting my words! I had to say something." She stared at me. "What did I tell you about redirection?" I blinked at her and winced as it came back to
I bit my lip as a spike of fear went through me. Had he stormed off to that vampire's coven? Was George still watching my kids? Or had he stormed off to Northfall or some other place I had no hope of finding him at? Panic threatened to claw its way up my throat, fueled by the uncertainty. What if
Charles and Elara settled into the chairs across from me, their contrasting auras filling the cramped office. Charles, radiating regal authority, and Elara, cloaked in an air of quiet power. Her gaze swept over me. The distaste was still there at the corner of her eyes, but it didn't feel blatant.
I set my jaw. "I can't believe that every witch bows down to the Noir Coven. There has to be other covens that will do the work." "Oh, I'm sure you could find someone who could do it," she said. "If you knew them, they were willing, and if you didn't already have a Noir Coven-based system in place
Charles As Elara and I stepped out of the cramped office, I released a pent-up breath. "That certainly went much worse than you hoped," Elara said, looking up at me. My heart clenched a little, seeing her face. The shimmer of the privacy barrier wrapped around us. I braced myself for what she wo
I went silent. Dropping my gaze. Grace had a good heart. Sure, there were issues she needed to work through, but there was time for that. She was only thirty years old. Thirty years old as a werewolf. I swallowed. That was no older or younger than a thirty-year-old human. She had children. Maybe s
Grace The image of Charles and Elara embracing in the hallway followed me all the way back into the courtroom. The air crackled with tension as Sean addressed the assembled crowd. His face was twisted into a grimace. He looked mad, and I hoped that was a good thing for me. "As a result of the ne
The courtroom buzzed with murmurs of speculation as the Chief Justice reviewed the list. "I find that Mr. Edgar Thorne meets the criteria," the Chief Justice said. "Luckily, he is in the pool of pre-selected candidates, so no delays will be necessary. If you could bring Mr. Thorne in.." Esme wen
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