Events move too fast for me to comprehend them all as I stand with Bruce Grant at my side, watching my mate fight for me, for our nation, for our pride against the enemy.And something is different in Luca now – it’s like he’s a new man, newly made. His fists move light lightning, and he dodges all
“No,” I murmur, shaking my head, denying it – categorically. “I helped, Luca, but you…” I take a moment then, looking around at everyone shouting his name – chanting it – shouting and screaming his victory. “Luca, this is all you.”He just shakes his head at me, marveling a little, loving me a lot,
I have to admit that the entire world feels a little surreal three hours later when I’m sitting pressed between Daphne and Ben in a booth, laughing and watching as Jesse, and Rafe, and Luca spray bottles of champagne into the air and down onto the crowd below, who are all going mad for it, screaming
Something has shifted between us now, after tonight – after I’ve finally realized how deep our bond really goes. Luca and me – we’re tied now, both in the nation’s mind and in our souls. I don’t really know how to describe it, even now as I watch him dancing with Jesse, both of them singing along to
I hesitate for a second, trying to remember what it was like when I first realized that my mates were in the room. “Um…it felt like…like someone threw a brick at my wolf. But I didn’t know who threw it.”He bursts out laughing, and then I do too, because I realize it’s ridiculous.“Clarity, please,
I just grin, a soft breeze swirling up around us, cool and fresh, as I tighten my arms around him.“Booo, lovebirds!” Jesse calls over to us, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice echoes. I laugh, opening my eyes. “Come on, stop being boring! We’re doing shots!” He points to a tray of flam
My wolf yips inside of me, suddenly incredibly eager and awake, turning in circles as we walk closer and closer to Jackson’s door. Suddenly, I stop in the hallway, my jaw falling open as I look down at my chest – where she lives, alongside my spirit.“You little brat!” I whisper aloud, appalled at h
“I missed you,” he murmurs, holding me close and falling back against the wall next to the door.I grin at him in the dark of the room, my face very close to his, my feet nowhere near the ground. God, I love how he always picks me up. I don’t know why – it’s not like he carries me anywhere or it doe
Ariel bursts out laughing and gestures out to the rest of the roof. “Of all the interference to our plans, you’re going to point out this tiny, adorable, sleeping infant pup as the problem!?” Both boys look down at the little dark-haired baby, whose amber eyes flicker open to betray her mother’s w
Jesse sighs, glancing at his watch and then looking to the door, an undrunk glass of champagne in his hand. “Where the hell is your damn sister?” “Your damn cousin,” Rafe murmurs, draining his glass and then pouring himself another. “You’d better stop that,” Jesse says, turning his head to Rafe
She goes still for a moment and then laces her fingers with his, squeezes his hand. “We’re not dating or anything,” she snaps. “Just…because you got all rejected and stuff. I didn’t come running up here just because you’re single – I thought you were going to die –“ “Sure, you didn’t,” Jesse says,
“I love you, Jesse,” Midnight whispers, watching him, her little mouth trembling, her entire body feeling weak. “I love you too, Mids,” he replies. “Always.” She nods once. And then disappears. Midnight fights hard against her emotions as she flits through the castle, moving back and forth bet
“I’m saying,” Midnight says, freely crying now, cupping Jesse’s face in her tiny hands. “That I – I don’t want to have your pups, Jesse. Ever. Ever. I don’t want them.” She shakes her head, vehement. “I think I’d be a bad mom. I’d leave them at the grocery store and forget they were there. I – I jus
She has to admit though…the stars are a pleasant addition. Midnight’s wolf gives a little worried howl, sprawled out in her soul, her little legs too weak to carry her much or far these days. But Midnight smiles a little and strokes a mental hand over her wolf’s fur, pleased to see her free and cl
“What,” Jackson asks, frowning down at the little rectangular stone in his hands. “Is it like, special?” “Jackson!” Midnight hisses, standing on her toes to smack him on the chest. “They’re invaluable! This is only the second I’ve ever seen in the world! And I only know of one besides that other o
I laugh, pointing at the big plate of apple pie on the table. “Well, I’m glad to see that you’re feeling cheerful,” I say, grinning at her. “I am!” she says, happily plopping down next to Jesse and reaching for the pie, pulling it all onto her lap and digging in with a fork. “I don’t think that an
Jesse’s eyes open first, and then Midnight’s, slow and sleepy. “How do you feel?” I ask quietly, leaning towards her, able to see her better now in the dawn light that streams through the windows. “What happened?” Jackson asks. I turn to see him standing at the door and I smile, reaching out a h