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
The night air whipped past me, a chilling me and freezing my scream. Below, the ground rushed up to meet us, a terrifying kaleidoscope of asphalt and concrete. Through the blur, above us, I could see the figures of the attackers bursting through the barriered doorway, their faces contorted in rage.
Grace Tears streamed down my face, a mixture of fear and a dawning horror at the lengths someone was willing to go to. The flames danced in my eyes. All could hear was the distant roar of it. I saw flashes of my dream about Mooncrest burning down around me. I could hear Alpha Shadow's voice, moc
Xavier zoomed in on the scrolling text displaying the final part of the Wolfsbane statement. "Consider this a warning. The production and testing of that so-called Moonlight Phoenix will remain ended. Werewolves are meant to die. Let us see how well the States function without their primary pharma
Grace It was definitely Charles, beard and all. He was in his Enforcer gear. My heart lurched. Had he been in the building during the attack? My gaze drifted over the all black armor. He dismounted in one fluid motion, the concern etched on his face. "Grace," he breathed, his voice laced with re