Sarah POVI squirmed a little. “Once or twice.”He was silent for a moment. “Can you remember any details of these dreams?”I thought about it for a moment, and then I described the forest, which felt familiar and comfortable. I talked about the way the moonlight seemed to make the moonlight sparkle
Sarah POV“Fifty thousand dollars?” Zane asked, leaning back in the large chair behind his desk.Travis nodded, taking a file from Alicia Wetmore with a just slightly lingering gesture that rang a clear bell in my head. Well, she was an alpha and he was a beta, but he was just about the most alpha-i
Sarah POVIt was the night before Zane and I had a parent-teacher conference set up at the girls’ school, so we visited them together to say goodnight and ask if they had any worries.“What are you going to talk about?” Chloe wanted to know.“About the two of you, of course,” Zane said. “How you’re
We stopped at the art display first, and there was Grace’s painting with the #2 ribbon next to it.I easily recognized the lake from the park, but instead of a sunny day and picnic, it was evening, and a thin crescent moon was glowing like a scimitar in the darkening sky. It was technically impressi
Sarah POVI woke up to the strangest smell, thickly pungent and raw. It was night, and I had been sleeping deeply, but now I was instantly alert.My first thought as I threw off the covers was that the villa was on fire. But there were no smells of wood burning or that horrible, acrid stench of pain
Sarah POVArcoNova: What a waste of a petty garden. The poppies weren’t hurting anybody.Diamonds&Purlies: So, yet another anti-human pack of wolves has decided to destroy something beautiful in the name of, what? Wolf purity? The moon? How messed up in the head do people have to become to think thi
Sarah POVI’d invited Melissa to the “restoration party” for the poppy garden as a matter of course, considering what a photo op it would be, but that didn’t curb my delight when she said yes.The fire damage had been cleaned up, and the shed had been repainted in a soothing off-white. Dr. Hayes tur
Sarah POV“Are you out of your mind?”“Sarah, I know you’re not talking about me.”She was right. Nothing we were talking about dealt with her at all. This was a clear case of “Don’t shoot the messenger.” But it was hard for me to care that I was being irrational. I felt I was owned a little irratio