“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
Victor meets with his lieutenants for hours, conversing with them endlessly over the details of camp, the new Rogues that have petitioned to join the pack as Betas, the plans they have for the future. Alvin and I spend those hours wandering around and taking in the sites, watching the Betas run arou
“Yes,” he agrees. “But I’m not used to others being a mystery. Amelia…I always knew what Amelia wanted. Or if she was being sneaky, then when I found out what she was doing, it always made sense. You, Evelyn…a little sphynx, if I ever met one.” I smile, biting my lip, not being able to help feeling
Our car ride home the next day is subdued. Ian stares out the window, a smile stuck on his face, clearly dreaming of Black Hawk helicopters and his future as a Navy SEAL. Alvin just naps. He loved our full tour this morning, of the barracks and the training courses. He didn’t have Ian’s full enthusi
“Oh please,” Victor says, rolling his eyes. “You bought him a spot at UPenn and he loafed around Philadelphia for four years, getting drunk at Phillies games –“ “He majored in history!” Henry snaps, his eyes flaring. “He has studied the great military minds of the last four thousand –“ Victor laug
“Come on,” Victor growls, grabbing my hand. “What?!” I say, surprised and a little unwilling. “Where are we going?” “To your house,” he continues, pulling me along. We leave our small pack of luggage behind, the boys running after us as Victor takes long strides around his house towards mine. “Vi
He meets my eyes. “I don’t have a Luna, Evelyn. And it’s totally fair to test that capacity of an Alpha’s abilities – he’s right, that the Alpha functions best as a pair. Without a Luna,” he sighs. “He’s right. It’s incomplete.” I bite my lip, knowing what he’s going to ask, not wanting to…well, no
New Year’s Eve comes faster than I thought it could. The invitations to our last-minute party came back in a flurry, with Alphas cancelling their other plans to come to ours in a waterfall of RSVPs. They’re still curious, I think, to catch up on the drama after Victor’s almost-wedding. I’ve barely