She stared at him. “By picturing it in my head.”He took her right hand in his and placed it over the potato. He was right behind her. “When picturing the potatoes peeling, you have to make sure they peel in rhythm. Like this…” The potato that was holding peeled in her hand and her eyes widened in surprise. She raised the potato to her eyes anss stared at it. “It's so smooth.” “I know right.” Picking up another potato, he handed it to her. “Focus on peeling it in a rhythm and not just peeling it.”“Like this?” She stared at him.His gaze was focused on the potato and then it cut off into seven pieces. It's peel removing and the potato landed in the sink.“That's not I meant though.”She took another potato and tried again. It was still the same, she kept on trying and trying and Ashford knew he had to stop her. However before he could, she tried again and the potatoes were all peeled now. In the proper way of peeling them.“Yah! I did it.” She squealed in excitement as she turned
Ashford stopped drinking from the blood bag. “You can't classify her as a little pup.”Frowning, Bartram stared at him. “A werewolf child is called a pup. No matter what she is, as long as she is a werewolf's child, She is a pup.”His gaze falling, Ashford suppressed all the urge to argue.“Even if they don't accept me, I have to make them like me. I don't care about that; I know my mother tried to unite them but failed. I am not her, and I am not going to fail. Getting the vampires to accept me, not minding my werewolf blood, would be one step to take.”Both men nodded their heads in agreement."Why are you at it? Remember that you also have to get to the good side of the werewolf too. The vampires have no idea that your existence is a threat.”“I do.” Ashford corrected. “I just don't care about it; anyone who comes after her has to go through me.” He had spent the last month improving himself and becoming stronger.“That is only your point of view; your mother was the enemy of my lo
Nodding, he answered the question. “The vampbats are big bats; we can sit on their backs. There is a lot to don't know about vampires; not only did we have speed, The royals have wings.”“Wings.” Her eyes beamed in excitement. “Can I see yours?”“No!” Bartram yelled. “You never look that excited when I talk about werewolves.”Pouting, she stared at her father. “That's because you don't talk about them? How can I be Luna when I know nothing about the pack or werewolves? What side of my werewolf have I shown? I already have fangs.” Her fangs appeared, and she displayed them to him. “See.”Her father stared at her like she had just said something stupid. “You have claws; I think you missed that, and they came before the fangs.”Her claws appeared, and she returned them back inside. "Well, you are quite right.”“I wouldn't have missed those claws.” Ashford muttered. “You dug it into my arm when we first met, and it didn't heal as fast as my other injuries did.”“Sorry about that.” She sta
“We brought all of your engagement outfits and even bought a ring.” Phoebe announced, her thoughts far away from seeing Luna in Ashford's arm. “Do you want to try your dress with me?”Luna pulled her gaze away from Adrian; he was still glaring at her. “Could you let me go to Ashford?”Ashford released her with a large grin on his face. “Okay, I will let you go now.”Ashford released Luna, and as she walked over to Phoebe, she was still avoiding Adrian's gaze. After all, she wanted to punish him for picking up clothes without her.“Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?” Adrian demanded as he stepped closer to her; he was still glaring at her.Luna shrugged. “Well, who cares? That's what you get for asking me to only choose the color you want to wear."Teeth gritting in anger,Adrian stepped closer to her, but she was already pulling Phoebe and heading for the stairs."Let's go to my room; I will try out the outfits.” Luna told Phoebe as they headed up the stairs.The corners of Ashfo
He walked into the dark hallway, his jacket flowing in rhythm as he moved. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he moved.A female maid passed by him and slightly bowed. “Your highness.”Ignoring her, he brushed his hair off his face with a hard look on his face and pushed open the throne room door.The elders were already seated in the room; all eyes fell on him as he made his way to the throne. His mother was also sitting on the right side of the throne.“Your highness.” The elders rose to their feet and bowed. “Welcome back.”Dismissing them with a snap of his fingers, they took their seats.“You were late.” His mother, Evelyn, muttered.Taking his seat, he crossed his legs and peered at the elders in front of him.“I was late, and I am not sorry.” Ashford said. “Now, let's get to it. Why are you all here?”He had arrived home only for his best friend to tell him that they were waiting for him for a meeting. If he had known that they were waiting for him, he wouldn't have c
It was almost time for the banquet, but Ashford was nowhere to be found. Adrian and Phoebe were already long gone. She had a long chat with Phoebe, although Phoebe had been stopped by her mother from visiting Luna.Luna was grateful for her; after the boys, she had no females to talk to. Now, she was seated next to his father, and he was immersed in a book.Luna's fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the table. Her gaze wandered, and a subtle frown crept onto her face. Is it right to choose Adrian over Ashford? It was like she was ignoring his feelings for her own benefit.“Father, do you really think I should get engaged to Adrian and ignore Ashford's proposal?” She asked her father as she leaned against the chair. “He was always there for me.”Bartram let out a deep sigh. “I like it better when you are asking for advice than when you are negotiating with me.”“I'm not joking," Luna asserted, her brows knitting together. She leaned forward, eyes fixed on her father.He stared at h
Luna's gown, a tapestry of black and red, caressed her figure like a whispered promise. She twirled before the mirror, a smile dancing on her lips as the hues harmonized with the subtle elegance of her makeup.Luna raised her hand and glanced at the engagement with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was made into a French plait by her father, and her silver eyes sparked under the lights alongside her dark jet black hair.Silver hair pins were on her hair, making it match her silver eyes. She was putting on a fang necklace that Ashford had given her. She looked like a goddess as she swayed herself around the mirror.“What is so special about a ring?” Una, her wolf, snapped at how happy Luna was. “Just from an engagement ring, look how happy you are.”She scowled at her wolf. “Don't try to disturb me when all you do is disappear and come whenever you want. You are also rude and have never given me advice or suggestions.”“That's why I am here.” Una snapped. “As rude as ever, I am not
Luna forced herself not to turn her head to look at the person who was glaring at her. Although, from her guess, she could tell that it was Diana. The lady that Ashford told her about turned her head to look at the person.Her eyes met Diana's; without thinking, her lips curled up into a smile, and she raised her hand to wave at the lady who was shooting daggers at her.“Who are you waving at?” Ashford demanded, his gaze following hers until they landed on Diana.The glare that was on Diana's face disappeared immediately as Ashford looked at her. Her lips twitched, forming a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She raised her hand and waved back.“Don’t look at her.” Ashford's gaze shifted to Luna, and he reached for her hand to take it down. “You are not friends with her; don't wave at her."Slowly nodding, Luna peeled her eyes from Diana and glanced back at the people that were still bowing. Turning her gaze back to Ashford, a frown crossed her face.“You still let them bow? Coul