"You both… you both stepped up. I always knew you had it in you, but seeing it… it’s an honor." My gaze lingered on Darwin, and I squeezed his hand weakly. "You’ve done more than I ever could. The kingdom is safe because of you." Darwin’s grip tightened, and he shook his head, tears spilling down
Lillie’s POV *THREE WEEKS LATER* I stood outside Darla’s room, taking a deep breath before knocking softly. No response, but I knew she was in there. I could hear her crying from where I stood. Even her large twin doors had done nothing to mask the sound of her sorry. I turned mine into a ba
She didn’t speak, just nodded, her tears continuing to fall silently. Darla joined me, and together, we guided Queen Sophia and Emilia downstairs, where the burial was about to take place. The palace courtyard was filled with the people of Darkmoon, all dressed in black, their faces solemn as they
SEVEN MONTHS LATER AUTHOR The sound of the door closing had everyone up on their feet. Daniel, Darwin, Lillie who had been fidgeting on her seat, Queen Sophia, even little Emilia. The doctor blinked twice, fairly surprised by how fast they had all stood. All the set of eyes that peered at her
This has been an emotional roller coaster for me. This story began in January, and since then, a lot of things have happened. I’ve been sick, I’ve had countless visits to the hospital, gotten an operation, entered final year in medical school, a lot of things actually. And finally, after nine months
SOPHIA I threw my head back and laughed at all our good memories as I walked down the corridor that led to Asher's room. Or rather, Alpha King Asher's room. It was the eve of my boyfriend's coronation, and he had asked me to be his Luna last night. My joy knew no bounds! Finally, we were going to
SOPHIACall me crazy for agreeing to his sick terms, but I did not have a choice. Dark Moon pack was the only home I had ever known. I lost my father at the age of eight, I had never known my mother's identity, I only knew that she abandoned me at the hospital with a letter addressed to my father, t
EIGHT YEARS LATER SOPHIA "It was safe to say a lot of things could change in eight years. I mean, when I took the bold step of running for my life - not that I had a choice - I did not think I would be standing here, today, in the midst of beautiful and strong minds, sharing my story." The crowd a