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.
Grace He smiled. "Will you--" "Yes." He chuckled and took my hand. I shuddered, trembled as he slid the band up my left arm. The metal was warm through my sleeve and it felt heavy. It shrunk around my arm and the Blackwoods crest appeared on it. The signet ring on his hand flashed with a soft
He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Don't worry, Grace. I'll be by your side. I even got you a robe for your modesty." I scowled at him, but I was grateful. Stepping out of my comfort zone, into the heart of witch and vampire culture, was daunting. But maybe the ticking clock over my head was m
Grace Originals I'd heard that before, but how could Charles know that for certain? He told me that they were the first werewolves and they had lifespans similar to vampires. Astarte charged forward and Charles followed. The fight was brutal and efficient. The Originals were raw and primal, la
The room was dominated by a large, crystal-encased pod in the center. Inside, a figure lay unmoving, his chest rising and falling with a shallow, rhythmic breath. Even from this distance, I noted that the man was handsome. His hair was long and dark, floating in the liquid around his head. "You've
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