I called Zane, and he picked up on the first ring.“Sarah. How are you doing over there?”“I’m good. They’re being very nice, and they’ve told me many things I want to share with you, but not over the phone.”“Are you heading home now?”“Well, they’ve fed me three times now, and I haven’t helped wit
Sarah POVWe walked down the same hall where my temporary room was, but she turned to a different door two doors down from a table on which sat a vase full of bright blue and yellow flowers. I stood in the open doorway as she put my phone on her nightstand charger, which oddly didn’t have a phone on
Zane POVI spent the morning mildly irritated at myself at how often checked my phone to see if Sarah would call again. I contemplated sending Ollie out to wait at the gate, but sanity prevailed, barely.By lunch, I was getting concerned, and by dinner I was downright worried. I put the girls to sle
Sarah POVI woke up back in my cozy room, and it was all I could do not to scream in rage. What had I been thinking last night? Had I been thinking at all?After a moment, though, I calmed down. Last night wasn’t like me, and it also wasn’t like Zane. What was this Luna Temple that the second we saw
Zane POV“Alpha Zane,” I heard Ollie say behind me.I swung around from my glaring at the temple hedge and saw Ollie standing there. At his side was Melissa, and at her sides were Chloe and Grace. They all looked a mix of concerned and terrified.I turned to the person who didn’t seem to belong to t
They clung to me and cried. I was dimly aware that Melissa stepped back with a whooshed breath of relief and that Ollie handed her something.My ears were suddenly full of noise. I heard birds and distant traffic. I heard Ollie laughing the sort of laugh that only comes with the deep alleviation of
Zane POVWhile Sarah slept, almost in a coma, in her room and Dr. Ibsen (no relation) tended to her, I kept out of the way in my study. At Whitfield’s advice—well, insistence, I was checking social media.Time4me2fly: The temples been closed for 3 days now. Whats going on?Satples: You make me live,
Zane POVSarah woke up late in the afternoon. Dr. Ibsen called me on my phone, and I was down in the hall in seconds. The girls walked in not far behind me, following instinct or the sounds of my jogging.The doctor had propped her up on pillows, and at the sight of me she raised up her arms. I was