Mates. We were mates. How would Cecil take it? Richard probably wouldn't care. Would he want a lycan ceremony too? Could I swear those oaths now? "No," Charles said, nuzzling me. "You can't." "Can you read my thoughts?" "Not exactly, just feel what you're feeling." "... did you feel this
Grace It was a news broadcast, the familiar face of a news anchor filling the screen. "…groundbreaking new treatment, Moonlight Phoenix," the anchorwoman announced, her voice filled with excitement. "Clinical trials are set to begin…" The image on the screen switched to a sleek laboratory sett
"Well no..." "You haven't even announced when the clinical trial are going to be." My shoulders slumped. "... they're rattling me." "Correct." He looked at Xavier. "Any idea where this came from?" Xavier, who had been watching the news report with an unreadable expression, finally spoke. "
Grace Days blurred into a whirlwind of activity. The news reports continued to churn out more and more stories about the clinical trials I hadn't announced and whatever else they thought made sense to publicize. It was irritating feeling like I was being rushed. It made me want to drag my feet eve
I laughed, feeling sheepish. "I just..." "So there's something else going on?" "I should have asked before... I'm not sure who else to ask... Esme's been pretty clear that it's not really her realm of expertise." "Witch questions, cool. Shoot." "It's about the prognosis," I stammered, then p
Charles After taking Grace home with the good news, I headed back to Blackwoods Castle. It held a strange sense of comfort now that everything was in the open. As I got to my office, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was my aunt, Elara. "Charles," her voice was gentle. "Sorry for missing your c
"Proper queen," I spat, the words bitter on my tongue. They wanted a puppet, a pawn in their twisted game of power. Someone they could manipulate and control, someone who wouldn't dare stand by my side as I challenged them. I should have killed him and his stooges years ago, but I wasn't a kin-k
Grace The clock on my office wall mocked me with its glowing red digits – 3:14 am. It had been another night spent hunched over my laptop, fueled by coffee and determination. The pressure was relentless, the weight of getting the production numbers up was almost overwhelming. A sudden, shrill sh