Jasmine entered Anna's room, and she was hugging herself while looking out of the window. She approached slowly and stopped next to her. The moon seemed so close to the earth that night that the impression was that if she reached out she could touch it. “Have you come to tell me everything?” Jasmine understood that she must have overheard the conversation with Max. “I think you might already have something you want to know first.” “Yes. First I want to know about your friendship with my mother. I want to know everything.” “I met your mother when she was engaged to Dester, but at the time, we didn't have the opportunity to get close, and anyway, after our meeting, she didn't take long to run off with Henry.” “Why were you interested in becoming friends with her?” “Because she was a Bruma, and they're rare.” “Did Mom know what you were?” “Yes. I revealed the secret of Allister and the vampires to Brianna.” “Why did you do that?” “Because I needed her help. I n
Anna stared at her angrily and then turned to the moon. “Perhaps the line between love and hate is thin. But I feel disgusted with myself when I remember the time I practically begged to be touched by Allister.” “When you make the trip to Avallon with your father.... You'll hate him a lot more. E... I recommend that you advise Jenna to run away. Henry will kill her when he finds out what she's hidden on that island.” “What did she hide on Avallon?” “I... I don't know. But I do know that there's a big secret about her family on that island. And Jenna... I conclude that she had a mission beyond delivering Brianna's body to Avallon.” Anna became pensive. She wouldn't protect Jenna again. She had her chance to put an end to dangerous secrets. “You said you helped my mother develop her gifts. Can you do the same for me?” “I'd be honored, Anna.” “I can stop Maxwell from reading the thoughts of vampires, and Adam those of werewolves. I can make sure they can never manip
Red eyes appeared in the darkness of the room behind Jasmine, approached her silently and stopped beside her. “She's not going to tell us what we need to know, right?” He asked in a grave tone. “I guess not.” Jasmine replied, staring in awe at the moon, but thankful that Maxwell was distracted in his own thoughts, not reading hers. Anna was no ordinary Bruma, she knew all the time that Maxwell was paying attention. She overheard the vampire master talking. She would bring trouble. But she was the solution to many problems. What she could never let Maxwell know was that the moonlight touched Anna as soon as she hit the ground, when she jumped out of the window. The moon didn't welcome werewolves, but it welcomed Anna, as if they were old friends. ... Anna ran into the woods surrounding the property. She passed her father's house. She liked the serene spot where the house was built, and moved on. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she found out when she saw a bush r
Anna looked at Jenna in surprise. “Do you know about Genevieve?” “What's to know? She's dead. Whatever her secret was, it's buried with her.” “Genevieve was raised by a family of werewolves, right?” Anna asked, remembering the vision she'd had of Maxwell and Genevieve together. “Yes. She was.” “Why? What happened to her parents?” “Nobody knows. Genevieve was left in the forest. I think to die. They found her and raised her.” “How bizarre.” “Yes.” “But why didn't the werewolves leave her in some human orphanage?” “I don't really know what motivated them to raise a human among them, but the family that adopted Genevieve loved her like a true daughter, and Genevieve was raised in luxury. When she got involved with Adam, even though he was much younger than her, the adoptive parents didn't approve, and they went to live in DreamStone.” “They didn't know she'd gone through two transformations... I don't understand. Genevieve was turned into a werewolf. Is she a hyb
Anna frowned. She didn't want to put her son's life in danger, but why didn't Maxwell talk about the triplets? They probably weren't human either. “Don't you care about your other children? Tayme, Donald and David?” “I care, but I don't worry. They can't have inherited the werewolf gene, and if they have inherited the vampire gene, they're safe, because vampires don't have the same defense system as werewolves. My other children have been vaccinated and cared for like humans. The most that can happen is a bad cold.” Anna looked at the window. “How do I know you're not lying?” Maxwell squeezed her around the waist, fitting their bodies together. “You know it's true, Anna.” Anna snuggled into Maxwell's arms. “I'm going to Avallon, Maxwell. I'm not going to interfere with that... authority you and Adam have over your subordinates, but I'm going to take it away from myself. I don't want you reading my thoughts.” Maxwell brought his lips close to hers. “What do you
Adam needed to go to Avallon. When he hung up his cell phone, furious that his brother hadn't immediately approved his contact with Ian, he decided that he would go to the island. He was only a child, but he remembered Brianna telling him what he had to do so that the pack would never again be without an Alpha. That day, he had no interest in leaving an Alpha heir to the werewolves, but that changed after he met Ian. Brianna's recommendation was confirmed when he took Ian to a witch so that she could do something to turn the boy into an Alpha when he turned thirteen, but all she achieved was to make him have a greater connection with the werewolves. A leadership connection, but still without the authority of an Alpha. To do this, she advised him to go to Avallon. The cradle of magic. And she also told him that he would find much more than he bargained for. The island was in ruins and the gray mist would kill any human who entered without a mask. He walked almost all day wit
Naya was ushered into the office of the businessman, who took little interest in her activities in Alaska, by a tall, strong secretary with her hair tied back in a perfect bun, and saw the man bent over some documents, concentrating on something probably infinitely more important than interviewing an intern. She lowered her head to the folder in his hands. It contained all her school projects and ideas about the quality of life of workers, with figures that she herself had collected, studied and qualified. Naya didn't know how to make the rudeness stop when he finally looked up at her. Naya took a step back. He wasn't just beautiful. He was marvelous. The blue of his eyes was intense and bright. She couldn't remember ever seeing that shade of blue anywhere before. But his eyes were cold, and gave the impression that he was a cruel man. Ruthless. She had looked for information about him, but no one could say what his personality was. “Is that your resume?” The strong voice, rou
Naya was deep in thought as her mother tied the bow of her dress behind her waist. She felt ridiculous in that flowery knee-length dress, and to make matters worse, her mother had put a green bow in her hair. Her parents had dressed her up as a traditional girl who preserved old customs. Outdated traditions, that a woman only had to be a lady of the house. She rolled her eyes when her mother showed her the sandal, all smiles. It was a pink shoe. She didn't know whether to laugh or throw up. “Look at you, Naya! You look beautiful!” Her mother pointed at her in the reflection of the mirror, pride evident in her smile. “I don't know, Mom. Maybe you're missing an apron...” “Don't be ironic, Naya. You know your father doesn't approve of progressivism in our family.” Anna looked at her mother. “I don't know whether to feel pity or anger towards you.” “Why?” Naya took a deep breath. “You let Dad make you live like this... Outdated, and it's hit me too! I wasn't born to st