Hey everyone! I've been sick all week and I'm behind, but I'll have another chapter up for you later today. What do you think of the Guardian's combined power?
I knew Guardians were powerful. Every werewolf hears about the Guardians at a young age. There is a reason Alphas covet them. But, knowing they are powerful and actually seeing the results of that power are very different. Watching Grace take down nearly 1000 hunters all at once was mind boggling.
The ride home is long, made longer because of the stress of how the tournament ended. Thankfully, Grace is feeling better, and Cara and Angel agreed they are as well. That, at least, isn’t something I need to worry about. Our injured pack members have mostly healed overnight. Those that haven’t will
The next morning, I was feeling much more like myself. When Eli and I went down to breakfast, I saw immediately what Noah meant about the ‘sprite situation’. Leilani and Lolana were….tall. They still glowed like sprites, but they are walking beside Alexander standing over five feet tall if I had to
“What the…?” Victoria says in awe. I have to agree. I knew they were forest sprites, but I didn’t know that meant the plants would respond to them like this. When they return to us, they are looking over the garden happily. “How did you do that?” Victoria asks them. “Plants are living things.”
When Grace goes to check on the packhouse, I grab hold of my patience and head to the border. When I get there, I can see that there are a bunch of sprites racing beside the patrols as they run the borders. I can't tell if they're playing or trying to help. I walk up to the border. “Funichio? Fanel
“Your Luna and I are very proud of our pack and the showing of our members. No one will question the validity of our pack now.” “However, many of you may have heard that we were attacked by hunters on the last day of the tournament.” A collective gasp. Apparently, several pack members hadn’t heard
After dinner, Eli and I went up to our room. “Baby, what do you need to prepare for your battle with your father?” I turn and look at him, confused. “What do you mean? There’s no way he’s going to defeat me.” He walks over, pulling my hips against his, putting his forehead on mine. “Grace, every A
When we park and exit our vehicles, we are greeted by my father’s mate. She is clutching my half-brother to her chest and has a fading bruise on her cheekbone. I’m familiar with the look of a woman’s face after my father’s beatings. I saw it on my mother’s face for over a year. I walk up to her, ca