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
Sarah POV Reeling from a second criminal accusation in one day and shocked by the sight of Zane Cavendish laying his hands on my daughter, I just stood there for a second as the werewolf all but shoved Chloe and Grace toward the beta chauffeur. “Take them to safety while I take Ms. Astor to the po
Sarah POV I had the suspicion Mr. Cavendish wanted something stronger than the water he ordered from his housekeeper, Ms. Liesel, after we had all sat down in the living room and tried to adjust to this new life. In the car, I had made a great effort to quietly, firmly, and consistently lay out wh
Sarah POV “What?” I demanded, looking at my new employer with shock. I supposed I looked like a fish, mouth agape, eyes bulging, but seriously? I was supposed to sign a contract that I wouldn’t throw myself at Mr. Cavendish? Just what sort of idiots did werewolves think humans were? What sort of n