Grace The door creaked open, revealing Eason. Unlike his usual suit, he was in casual clothes—jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket. The change made me nervous. He hadn't even come to work. Something poked at me from the back of my mind. There was a reason for him being dressed like this, but see
I nodded. I wasn't even surprised. Eason had never been someone to be stopped. "Though, I am proud of you for trying to set things right." Did that mean things would never be right between us? "Are you leaving back to Northfall soon, then?" I asked, the question tumbling out before I could sto
Grace Hours after my talk with Eason, the heavy oak door of the packhouse swung shut behind me. The weight of the day settled onto my shoulders and slowly slipped off as I breathed in the familiar scent of home. I walked into the living area. I found Esme curled up on the couch, a book in her lap,
"Just listen to her for now," Charles said. "It's important for you to know." He squeezed my hand. "Things are... going to be different now." I didn't want to listen, but Esme told me about the Stormclaw curse and blessing. I couldn't believe it. "And so what?" I croaked. "So I'm no longer hal
Charles I watched from the side, my heart twisting in my chest as Grace crushed the paper in her hand and whirled on Eason. Her voice, raw with emotion, echoed across the clearing. "What did you do to me?" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. "You took years off my life! How could you
A strangled sob escaped Eason's lips, tears glistening on his cheeks. "Grace, I never wanted it to be this way," he choked out, his voice thick with despair. "I just… I just wanted to buy you more time." His words hung heavy in the air, a desperate plea for understanding. Shame and regret radiat
Grace The house was quiet, an oppressive silence that felt heavier than the weight of despair clinging to me. Charles had helped me inside, I didn't stay in the living room. He walked me back to my room and I lay there for hours. His worried gaze felt like a burden, but he left me alone. I'd liste
The man was tall and imposing, his face etched with lines that spoke of a life lived fully, a life marked by hardship and responsibility. His eyes, a startling shade of emerald green, held a mixture of concern and anger that sent a shiver down my spine. Beside him stood a young man, probably about
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