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
"What are you all doing here?" I asked. "Your office got blown up," Esme said wryly. "We're your grandparents." My lips twitched. "I'm okay." "Sure, let's get you home. I want to meet my great-grandkids," Ascher said. Eason hustled me up and out of the building into an Enforcer care. Ethan w
Grace I got to my room and found Charles there, already dressed for bed. The rest of the house had retired. He beckoned me across the room. I climbed into bed. "So?" I asked, gesturing vaguely towards the doorway. "The pendant, the tears?" Charles offered me a gentle smile, a hint of amusement
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
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
"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