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
Grace My lips twitched. "They were... mates?" He nodded. "Werewolf-Lycan mate pairs, in general, are different. It's hard to explain, but you should know she was happy with him, and he with her. We went to the wedding, and she decided to stay here to help him run Mooncrest. As I said before, I h