I knew that to be true; my father would tell me the time everyone thought my mother had died. He never believed it because he would feel it if she did; his wolf would feel it. I couldn’t even imagine what that must feel like. I couldn’t help but glance over at Enzo; I wondered if he would feel it
Lila’s POV The rest of the car ride was quiet, which was probably a good thing. As soon as we got to the hospital, I jumped out of the car and began to run toward the main entrance. I saw Becca right away and she was already talking to one of the doctors. It looked like I was arriving just in time
She thought about it for a moment longer before nodding her head. “Okay…” she whispered as more tears escaped her eyes. “I’m so sorry for scaring you. You didn’t need to come all this way for me…” I let out a small chuckle as I sat at her bedside. “Yes, I did,” I said in return. “As soon as I hea
Lila’s POV They were both staring at me when I came through the door and into the waiting room. I was shocked to see Brody; I didn’t think he even knew about Rachel. Becca must have said something to him in passing. It was sweet that he brought her a bouquet. Although Rachel didn’t like flowers. B
If I didn’t get my powers out once in a while, I might experience a power overload and lose control over them. I waited for what felt like an eternity for Brody to reappear in the waiting room. He gave me a fond smile and then looked around the waiting room curiously. “Professor Enzo left?” He as
Third Person POV “Welcome back to the school, Sarah,” Miss Laurence, head of the board, said as she handed Sarah her curriculum and dorm keys. “You were missed. Let’s try to do better this time around.” “Yes, mam,” Sarah said with a broad smile. “I won’t let you down. I truly apologize for my beha
Lila’s POV “Sarah?” I said, standing to my feet. “What are you doing here?” “I just wanted to check out the new art gallery that just opened,” Sarah said, raising her brows. “But my question is, what are you doing here?” “I work here,” I explained. “As Cassidy-Ann’s assistant.” “You?” Sarah near
The post office wasn’t busy, and the lady at the front counter was very kind. She gave me a sweet smile as I placed the envelopes on the counter. “Ah, I see another shipment of Cassidy-Ann originals,” she said with a light chuckle. “How can you tell?” I teased. Scanned each envelope into her syst