Evelyn does the same, suddenly realizing how cold she is. She’s wearing a coat, of course, but she’s still kneeling in the snow next to Victor just in jeans and sneakers. She starts to shiver.Victor feels her start to shake and opens his eyes, looking at her with concern. “Come here,” he murmurs, m
When Victor and Evelyn walk back into the campsite, him still leaning heavily on her shoulder, their family is waiting for them.Ian and Alvin rush forward, throwing themselves into their parents’ arms.“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Alvin whispers, his voice excited but edged with sleepiness.“Did yo
Nodding his assent, Victor closes his eyes and leans his head back. Evelyn climbs into the bed as well, curling up next to him, her mostly-empty glass of wine still pressed into her hand. “Tomorrow,” Victor murmurs, dragging a frustrated hand down his face. “Is going to be a big day.”“Nothing we c
“Well well well,” Rafe says, his face twitching, as Victor and his family approach the fire pit, Victor limping slightly. “Look who finally showed up.” The rest of the family are already gathered. Bridgette sits in a camping chair next to Rafe, her hands folded anxiously in her lap. Even Henry has
Victor glares at his brother, shaking his head slowly at his lie. “As for the helicopter,” Rafe continues, looking at his father, “it did indeed come, but to deliver medical aid which I had previously arranged for the Betas. Not to deliver me.” Rafe scoffs performatively. “Honestly,” he says wit
Here, Marissa shifts her gaze to Victor and Evelyn. “By tradition and express written right, the Luna is considered the other half of the Alpha. In essence, they are one.” Realizing suddenly what she means, Evelyn’s eyes go wide. Victor and Rafe understand a moment later. “If Evelyn was on the f
But despite my dismissal of the thought, I recall moments from the night with unease. When I had run into the woods, I hadn’t thought about where to go. I had just run, run until my lungs burned with the effort. I hadn’t felt the cold, hadn’t stopped to think about where Victor might be. I had just
I laugh, snatching his hand away and pulling him close against me. “You worry about your own face, baby,” I say, “leave me to my own.”“What’s wrong with my face?” he says, looking up to me and raising his hands to his own cheeks, prodding there. “Is it different?”“Oh yes,” I say seriously, looking