What do you think of Grace's abilities?
Eli and I went to our room early. This weekend, while taxing emotionally, has been good for us. It’s the most time we’ve been able to spend together in weeks and when we return to our pack, we’ll have to get right back to long, tiring days. I keep my promise from earlier and finish what I started.
“It really does taste terrible.” Eli says behind me. All of our heads turn to look at him. “You can taste it, too?” Ailduin says, looking intently at Eli. “Yeah. Grace is right, it’s gross.” I look back at Ailduin. “What does it mean?” He’s looking at us and I can almost see the steam coming ou
When we arrived home, we were greeted with howls and yips of happiness from the pack. We found out quickly that more people had come to our borders seeking shelter. One group required Sirona’s medical attention due to their significant injuries. Not only had they run from their pack to avoid the per
I watch a single tear slip down her face before she closes her eyes, and she whispers a muffled thank you. Eli puts a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll be back again tomorrow to check on you. Until then, rest and get your strength back.” When we get back to the packhouse, I stop in the kitchen to check
Grace returned from the pack gathering with an additional 16 pack members. Six of those are warriors and the other ten are omegas. Carlos finds a place for the warriors and begins training them, assessing their strengths and weaknesses. It’s an adjustment for them at first, our pack being so young a
As Eli and I head to the border, I have an idea of what this is. Over the past couple of months, both Cara and Angel have had, mostly vampires but other supernaturals as well, come to pledge their allegiance to the Guardians of the Realm, as they call us. Word of Angel's imprisonment and the Guardia
“Look at his fur.” “It looks so soft.” “He smells like the forest.” “I wonder if he tastes like the forest.” The twins continue their assessment of Alexander while he sits and stares back at them, enjoying the attention. “I bet he’s warm.” “So warm.” They flit close enough that Alexander reache
Fucking woodland sprites. I’ve never met a sprite before, and I could have gone my entire life without that shitshow. Of course, now, Grace has offered to let them spend time with our wolves. I'll have to order the patrols to stay on their watch and not go off having literal quickies with these damn