LOGINI 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
“You promise?” Cecil asked again. “You promise you’ll be back?” He smiled and crouched down. “I promise. Here.” He pulled something out, a shiny pin. “Do you know what this is?” She shook her head. “It’s my crest. I have to wear it for the Lycan Winter Moon Festival that happens after yours.”
Charles Grace's delighted squeal reached my ears moments after I heard the door open. The scent of another werewolf, a man, drifted into the room. I looked at Eason as I heard the man’s laughter ring out. "Jackson!" Grace exclaimed, her laughter mingling with the excitement in her voice. Eason
There was a pause on the other end, a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever. When she finally spoke, her voice was still laced with skepticism. “Desperate? That’s a strong word.” I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find the right words, the ones that would convince her
Grace As the Winter Moon Festival drew near, I found myself immersed in a whirlwind of activity. Juggling the responsibilities of preparing for the pack’s celebration and preparing to return to school at the beginning of the spring term was no easy feat. The holiday season brought a sense of joy a







