"Are you okay?" Soren asked. "You seemed… upset." "I'm okay," I said, though it wasn't quite true. I was disturbed by the dream. I looked over at Ethan. He was still asleep, but I could see his eyes shifting now. "I received word that they had pinpointed a few suspects as spies and are monitoring
As I spoke, I handed out vials of my blood tied on thin ropes and hung them on their wolf heads. "Take these and use them as needed." They nodded and dashed into the nearby forest in different directions in groups of two. I was quite tired, so I didn't shift back to wolf. "Jace, you come with me."
I chuckled and was about to announce myself when I saw Georgia get up. Her expression was beyond furious and frustrated. I ran out to stop Georgia from punching Talon in the face, and then… I was shocked at what I was seeing. Georgia kneeled next to Talon as he was in his sitting position. She gr
**Ethan's POV "Soren? Where am I…?" "Hey, brother. You're awake!" Soren grinned down at me, and I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where the hell I was. I thought I should be dead, but since I wasn't, I should at least be at the palace in one of the bedrooms. But no, I was in some kind
If she ran away to avoid me just now, would she try to avoid me going forward? Also, what should I say to her? I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. There was no use in overthinking it. Soren was right; I needed to figure out a way to regain my strength. I tried again to get up, and this time
"Alpha! They are back!" Vicky ran into my room to inform me as I was catching up with Paul and Richard. I nodded to acknowledge the news. "Okay." Then I turned to Paul and Richard. "You said Kal was forcing the citizens to fight for him?" Vicky stood there, dumbfounded. Then she winked at Paul.
When I took my son in my arms and held him tightly though, all I had left in my heart was gratitude. What more could I ask for? I was here, alive, talking to the love of my life and kissing our baby, who laughed with glee before he reached up and patted my face. Anything else in life was just ic
My eyes widened. A stream of warmth flowed through my heart. Rosalie… she was defending me. Then I felt something soft grabbing my finger. It was my little boy. He wrapped his hand around my finger, as if he was saying that he trusted me too. I couldn't help but smile. What a lucky man I was!
The entire family had gathered in the dining room and was chatting amiably over a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen–two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which were being enjoyed liberally by everyone.George
RowanMom ran her fingers across Selene's head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried
Kacidra joined in the conversation. "Maeve is right, Rowan. We need to know what's happening with you and Hanna, or else we'll never be able to help."Rosalie's voice was calm and supportive as she asked, "Is it Hanna that's troubling you, son? Is she doing all right?My first instinct was to tell t
Gemma and Ernest had flown down with my parents and their son George, who was just two months older than Maeve's sons.A moment later, the library door opened and more of our family members poured in, as if they were fully aware of the thoughts I'd just had and I'd summoned them. I pushed aside my n
RowanThe castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants'
"Who? What happens?""There's so much more out there," Mara said dreamily. "So, so much more.""Maeve!" Troy called from down the beach.I turned to look at him, and when I turned back to Mara, she had taken off. "Wait!" I called after her, but she had already made it out of earshot, her footsteps l
Best of all, Troy was happy. He was at peace and at home. But there was still much work to be done.We were spending several weeks jumping from island to island, taking stock of the wellbeing of the inhabitants, and making a list of what was needed. Most of the islands were in need of medicine, inf
Maeve–Four Months LaterSuntra was not what I was expecting. I had become accustomed to the seemingly endless white-sand beaches of Avondale, where the sand grit was so fine it felt like powdered sugar as you walked barefoot in the surf. Suntra's sand was coarse and golden and dappled with tidepool
I straightened up a bit, shifting Oliver's weight in my arms as I narrowed my eyes back at him, sizing him up. A man roughly my father's age came bounding out of their house, waving at me apologetically as he leaned to whisper harshly in the ear of the man I assumed was his father.Whatever his son