Charles The familiar weight of paperwork pressed against my chest as I leaned back in my chair, scanning the documents spread across my desk. The waning light of the day filtered through the high windows of my office and cast long shadows across the room, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity
I knew exactly where this was going. "Let me gues... the Choosing?" Theodore's lips stretched into a thin smile, devoid of warmth. "Indeed. Given the recent events – the upheaval within the Greenvalley pack, the uncertainty surrounding the king's bloodline – have necessitated a… proactive approa
Grace Eason said nothing, just looking at me as the question hung in the air. "It's just that... you already know so much. E-Esme could train you for the rest, right?" He zipped his bag, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of understanding and determination. "Esme isn't a healer, and no, she co
"Tell your boyfriend I love him more," Eason said absently. I laughed. "Is something wrong?" "I'm... making a detour to see someone. A witch, Diane. Somethings have come up. Don't let Eason leave before I get there." "I'll wrestle him." Eason pulled a face. "Yuck. Get George to do it." "Wh
Charles A shrill, panicked scream pierced the quiet of the morning, shattering the fragile peace that had settled over the house. I bolted out of bed, racing down the hallway toward the sound. It was coming from Richard's room. I heard Grace stumbling out of her room as I reached the room. Richa
The long hours stretched into night, punctuated only by the occasional check-ins from nurses and the low hum of the machines. Finally, a flicker of movement from Grace caught my eye. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a glimmer of confusion before recognition dawned. Her gaze met mine through t
Grace Fury simmered in my veins, a relentless fire that mirrored the ache in my bones. The ride back to Mooncrest was a blur of silent tension. Charles, his jaw clenched tight, focused on the road, while I replayed the horrifying revelation in my head. Sean had tried to kill me, again and stole ev
I shuddered. "I'm not ready." I had never considered telling the world about us. The idea of issuing a public statement felt… unsettling, putting us out there in the media circus, felt wrong. "You might not be but unless you're going to deny it all, then you don't have a choice." I swallowed.