Grace The morning arrived like a veil of fury. The sun was too bright. The bed was hard. The sheets were itchy. I was pissed for reasons I couldn't understand. I woke up with a knot in my stomach, an inexplicable irritation that cast a shadow over my mood. Everything irritated me As I went thr
The sight of Eason outside sent wave after wave crashing over me. I clenched my fists at my sides, and I quickened my pace toward the door. Reaching the front doors, I threw them open with unnecessary force. They squeaked and groaned. The sounds echoed through the empty hallway. As I stormed outside
Grace I hissed before I could stop myself. The pages turned to shreds in my hands. A flicker of surprise crossed Ethan's face. He flinched and took a step back. "What did you just say?" I growled. "Grace?" George started. "What's---" "What did you say?" I growled again. I looked over at him.
Ethan leaned back in his chair. "I see what Eason meant," he said, looking at me. "You're way more uptight than he said." I snarled. "How dare you--" "I'll tell you for the last time," Ethan said. "I don't know much about Alpha Shadow... and honestly, I don't want anything to do with the WSU o
Charles I stepped through the front door with a sigh, the weight of the day clinging to me like a weight chained to my ankles. As I shut the door and hung my coat on the rack, a jolt of energy crackled through the air, raising all the hair on the back of my neck. What the hell was that? It s
"Grace! Stop!" she screamed, her voice laced with fear and urgency. "It's not him!" But Grace seemed incapable of hearing, let alone understanding. She lunged again, her claws extended. I felt the air around Eason shift, a ripple of energy I recognized from earlier. He looked at her with that va
Charles Eason didn't speak. He didn't even seem to answer. My mind reeled. What could I do? If he was still so deep in trance, even after what he'd done to Grace, what would it take for him to exhaust himself enough that he would come out of it enough? And what exactly had he done to her?
"What does that even mean?" I asked. "You... You shifted just fine. She shifted just fine. You're fine... I know she's been sort of lost in the shift, but she was... getting better." At least, I thought she was. We'd managed to have that conversation last night. She'd felt clearer-headed than I