“Mimi!” Ian shouts, bursting through Victor’s back door. He had seen his grandmother through the window as he ran across the yard, his backpack slung over his shoulder. “Are you coming to our school today!?” She laughs, bending down to look at her grandson. “Your school? What are you talking about?
“Oh, you know,” Bridgette says breathily, closing her eyes and leaning against the island. “Fine I guess, but Rafe kept me up all night doing –“ She opens her eyes and giggles, perhaps remembering who she’s talking to. “Well. You know.” “I don’t know!” Ian says, giving Bridgette a cheerful smile ov
The hall is truly gorgeous, candle-lit chandeliers hoisted high in the ballroom, casting a glowing golden light down on all of the attendees. Victor stands at the entrance to the hall, his mother and father on one side, Rafe and Bridgette on the other. Victor has his hands in his pockets, surveying
Still, even before her, he had found easier ways out of those conversations. Only once, really, had he let himself be pulled into a dark alcove, and then taken someone to bed… He gulps, a little, pushing away thoughts of that night. He’s grateful, a moment later, when Annabeth sidles up to him with
Victor began the work of incorporating Rogue wolves into his Beta forces immediately. The next morning, he received a call from Edgar letting him know that there were dozens of Rogues lined up outside the doors of his training barracks. Word traveled fast, and they were eager for the opportunity to
Slowly he turns to see Amelia standing, arms folded, on his back porch. Two Betas stand anxiously behind her. “She insisted, sir,” one says. “We couldn’t stop her.” “It’s fine,” Victor says, steeling himself and waving a hand to dismiss them. They nod and walk away. “Hello, Amelia.” “I want to tal
“Is Amelia going to be there?” Alvin asks as Evelyn loads a cooler full of snacks into the back of the hummer. “What?” Evelyn says, confused. “No. Why would Amelia be there?” Ian shrugs. “She said she’s gonna ruin our lives. She didn’t say when. She could be anywhere.” Evelyn shakes her head and
“I love it here,” Ian whispers, truly awed. “It’s good,” Alvin adds with a shrug. Evelyn laughs at them both. “Really? I think it’s kind of…bland. Needs some flowers. Or colorful paint.” She shrugs along with Alvin. Ian shakes his head at her, baffled and a little disgusted. “You just don’t get i