"Research," I repeated, more a statement than a question. "That requires you to be out all day? With nothing more than a short message? No explanation?" He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "If you're not going to tell me what's been going on," I said, my voice firmer than I intended
Grace There was a soft click as the door closed, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, feeling like I'd been slapped. Shock warred with anger inside me. How dare he shut me out? A retort bubbled in my throat, but something in the sincerity of his tone held me back. As my fury ebbed, the seeds
Had someone gotten fired? Maybe someone had just gone through a breakup. Misery loved company, but I would have loved to feel a bit better about my situation by focusing on someone else's. But no one came up to talk to me. The bartender didn't even linger around me. Finishing my drink, I signale
Grace Was there something in the drink? What was it? He was a bartender. I hadn't been paying attention to when he'd made my drink. Was he... Was he planning to kill me? Kidnap me? Did he work for Alpha Shadow now or Sean? I looked up at him, terrified of what I would find. His eyes were furious.
"... Mike." I looked up. A bit of the hardness in his eyes had softened. "Michael Carter." The name sent a tremor through me. I knew the last name, at least. Carter Investments had been the company that had handled a lot of Wolfe Medical's investments and the family investments. Devin had probab
Charles Grace's knock broke through the haze of research that threatened to consume me. I'd hoped to find answers buried within the tomes and scrolls that littered my office. I knew it was in here somewhere, but I couldn't find it. Rising from my desk, I crossed the room and opened the door. Gra
"You think I need therapy?" she asked, her voice a mix of defiance and wounded pride. "I think it could be immensely beneficial," I said carefully. "I'm not crazy." "Perfectly sane people go to therapy." She glared at me. "You're telling me you go to therapy?" I smiled. "I did and still do
Charles I nodded. At least she was starting to actually think about the problem rather than hoping anyone else would solve it for her. I'd have to talk to Eason about how best to break her out of the habit of defaulting to anyone else's opinions. She was a brilliant woman who often came up with
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