Zane POVAnd I thought my study couldn’t get more crowded.In addition to the usual suspects of Travis, Rucker, Whitmore, and Wilson, we now had Ted sitting in one corner, typing away but still managing to listen to every word, and Dr. Hayes in the other corner, nodding to himself.Add Sarah and me
Sarah POVDearest Sarah,I wonder if you read these emails. I hope so. I like to think so.I thought of you today when I was in the park. I think I’ve told you before that I love to walk through Woldenburg Park, the one by the mall with all the beautiful trees. I suppose that sounds pretentious, lik
Sarah POVI sat there with my cup of medium roast and felt stupid for four reasons.First, Zane wasn’t happy. I had explained to him more than once how valuable this meeting with Scott might be, but he actually seemed jealous in his response, which I had said was ridiculous, which didn’t go well.Se
POV SarahWe met in Zane’s office, though Dr. Hayes couldn’t make it, and Ambassador Torrin was busy doing something ambassadors did. Claude’s face was alone on his screen.“I looked up the report,” Travis told Zane. “But then, I suppose you recognized the autopsy number.”“I did.” He looked at me.
POV ScottAll in all, the meeting with Sarah went well. I chose my outfit and demeanor well, and she relaxed more than she had planned to. She was obviously shocked at my mention of walking with her to reveal the moon, but I was off with the dead horses—odd, they were always there in the dream, dead
Sarah POV Ever since I adopted my daughter, I've been in a non-stop battle, constantly updating my adoption papers to prove I can offer a stable upbringing. Here's the kicker: I'm a human living in a werewolf society, a young, single mother. And my daughter? She's a werewolf cub. After years of
Sarah POV My mouth fell open as I stared into Chloe’s excited silver-blue eyes. Then I looked back at the TV screen to see the same color in Mr. Cavendish’s eyes. Their shape was somewhat similar as well, which was perhaps why my daughter thought he was her father. Those werewolf mothers had a lot
Zane POV I confess I rarely have time for humans, though I wish them no ill will, but the need to protect Ella’s maid from what were obviously false accusations propelled me into the kitchen. Standing beside her, I could easily smell her fear and the cleaning solutions she had been using, even a wh