Jesse nods once, agreeing to it, and I make the squeaking noise again, needing to know what’s going on. Rafe laughs and squares his shoulders, nodding to me and getting started. “Look, it’s not a big deal, I just…I wanted to take a minute with the two of you alone. Because…because you two mean a l
We don’t stay long on the roof – we don’t need to. After all, tomorrow night we’ll be together again, all sleeping in the same room at the Academy. There may be other nights, in the future, where we greet the dawn after our midnight toast – needing to talk for hours, to catch up, to laugh, to cry.
He turns to stare at me, his mouth open a little bit, completely shocked. I grimace a little at his reaction, not really knowing what to do. “Do you…do you like it?” “Ariel,” he breathes, turning his face reverently back to the device and to the DVD collection. “I…I love it.” Then he gasps a lit
Ella and Sinclair wake up the next morning before their children do, curled in each other’s arms as they always are. “Stop,” Sinclair commands, tightening his arms when Ella starts to move, to roll away towards the edge of the bed. “Don’t. Stay.” “We have to get them up, Dominic!” Ella protests,
Hank grimaces. “A little,” he says, shrugging. “It’s a miracle, honestly, that we even have wifi.” Ella and Sinclair immediately look at each other, unspoken ideas passing to each other down their bond. “Nope!” Hank says, pointing at the camera on his computer. “Whatever it is you’re thinking –
“You’re aware that not all wolf communities were happy with your rise to power twenty years ago, Dominic, when you declared wolves and humans equal citizens in the nation,” Hank says, shrugging like it’s obvious. Dominic nods, because it’s true – and he’s well aware. “Well,” Hank continues, “som
Jesse laughs, coming over to us, his backpack slung over his back. “Rosie’s all ready for you, June,” he says, grinning and patting her on the shoulder. “Says she’s giving you a makeover.” Juniper groans louder now, tilting her head back and venting her rage to the sky. I can’t help but laugh, but
“Oh, you’re making that up, Juniper,” I sigh, flicking through the magazine myself now with a happy sigh. “My baby Mark doesn’t have a p**n collection – he’s just a little baby. Plus, p**n is all on computers these days anyway.” June shrugs. “He likes it vintage.” “Are you okay with this?” I ask