I FOLLOWED CAROLINE THROUGH the door and onto a covered wooden deck. The backyard was basically a mountainside that provided a natural amphitheater-like setting to the tragedy playing out before us. Beyond Caroline's slumped form I could see the retreating fog unveiling miles and miles of pines and redwoods. She crossed the deck and climbed down the steep steps to a well-worn path that led to the side of the house. An outdoor seating area appeared with wooden lounge chairs surrounding a fire pit. She led me to the chairs, sinking down with a deep sigh.I nibbled my lip, trying to contain my internal tremors. My life just took another spin on the crazy ride and I was experiencing motion sickness. Would my life ever settle? Did my dad, the man who raised me, know who I really was? Did he know about this strange supernatural world? I mean, what the heck? I was adopted? It wasn't even that simple. I wasn't that simple. I was freakishly complicated, like the woman who gave birth to me. C
CAROLINE GASPED WITH HORROR, "No!""Dante may have kidnapped me, but I escaped. I'm not completely helpless," I quickly added, before realizing I was making it worse for her.Her face began to ripple as if the wolf wanted free. Sharp points pressed into my hands and I looked down to see that her fingers had become claws."Ow!" I jerked against her with renewed effort, afraid she would transform into the creature that killed my mother.Just as swiftly, her skin shifted back to her human self and she jumped up, moving away from me. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She said quickly and then took a deep breath before letting it out. "Strong emotion makes me lose control." Her eyes drooped in regret. Note to self: Don't poke the wolf. I thought she could use a dose of "the fixer" herself. I stood, moving forward to lay my hand on her arm. "Could I heal you?""No!" She pulled away, speaking so harshly, it startled me. Then she drooped, sinking down into the nearest chair. "I'm sorry again. I d
CAROLINE SNIFFLED BEFORE HER voice floated over to me in a whisper. "I've had some time to think about it, of course, and I've come to the understanding that she was just trying to protect you.""From you?""Yes," she said a little louder. "I stupidly thought we could pick up where we left off, and, well ... it had been so long since I saw her last. You see, I lost touch with her when I started seeing Uriel, your father.""Why would that matter?" "It was just easier, I guess. When I chose him, I also chose his life of secrecy - at least from the human world. If we had remained involved in Lydia and James' lives, they would have begun to notice we were different. Human knowledge of supernaturals isn't allowed and it would have been unsafe for them to know of it.""You must have really loved him to do that." I couldn't imagine giving up my family for anyone. But then I thought of Zander and I wasn't so sure anymore."Oh, I tried to make it work for a little while. I wanted both li
THE WOODEN STAIRCASE ABOVE us creaked as someone came down the deck. A moment later Isaac's dad walked toward us along the path. "We have company," he said in a deep voice that made him seem even larger than he already was.Caroline bristled with concern. "Who?""One of Ira's guys."My ears perked up. "Uncle Ira?" I asked.They ignored me. "What does he want?" asked Caroline."He wants to know if Tru is safe. He wants to see for himself."Caroline sighed and tucked away the letters. She ushered me into the house with a quick comment about continuing our talk later.When we passed through the kitchen, I was shocked to see Maverick standing by the front door talking to Ruthie. He looked relieved to see me and stepped my way. Isaac and Iosefa blocked his approach."Get out of my way," I said, pushing Isaac to the side."Tru, are you all right?" asked Maverick. He searched my face with concern. I knew I looked like hell warmed over, but it didn't have anything to do with the Efo
IOSEFA PUT UP A hand, saying, "It's okay, brother." Mr. Efoti nodded and stepped back from Isaac. "It was the hardest thing I've ever done," Iosefa admitted. "When Caroline told me she was pregnant and that she wanted to raise her baby with its father, I had to honor her wish and hope that I could last until we could be together. I went home to Australia, trying to put as much distance between us as possible." Caroline pressed her face into his chest, as he continued. "For some reason our bond allowed it. It was very difficult, but bearable. I'd already hurt her and her family enough. Many years later I traveled to the States on business, and the closer I got the stronger I felt that something was wrong with my mate. I tracked her to the Nasaru but I couldn't find a way in. I became a madman trying to get to her. I turned to my family for help and my brother connected me with Ira. He wasn't easy to convince. He'd believed that Caroline perished with the rest of her family. But when
Gerard Hughes - 18 years agoGERARD STUDIED THE SLEEPING female. She was quite lovely, despite her advanced pregnancy, and his body stirred with desire, something he hadn't felt in a long time. His current wife had long since made him feel that way and he rarely spent time with her anymore unless it was to discuss their toddler son, Peter. The thought of him made Gerard purse his lips in annoyance. He had little patience for children, although he knew he'd have to become more involved soon if he wanted to have any lasting influence on the boy. For all the apathy he felt toward his wife, he cared for his son in his own way. Out of all his children, Peter had the most potential to develop a natural aramusatu. At least he had all the right markers. Only time would tell. His mouth twisted with regret. Patricia should have been his true mate, the one who would help him achieve ultimate power. Through his children and their offspring, it would have grown exponentially as they met thei
Tru Parker - TodayREDWOOD TREES BLURRED, BECOMING a long streak of auburn brown as the winding road took us out of the forest, away from the twins' house and from everything I didn't want to think about or admit. Unfortunately, the distance didn't seem to ease the familiar pressure building in my chest. An image of my mom suddenly came to mind. She was bent over some paperwork in the living room wearing her disappointed face. Or had it been sad? With my new perspective, I challenged the memory and thought that maybe I'd been wrong. It had been a few weeks before her death and I'd assumed that she'd been grading papers, which often made her irritated. I'd avoided her that night. Had she been writing a letter to Caroline? Or to me? I'd never know now. Recently, I'd discovered my mom's hiding place where she'd stored secret letters to her sister and pictures of them. It was an old pottery jar with carvings on it; images of a wolf, a dragon, and a bird. Today, Caroline told me that
A TAPPING SOUND INVADED my depressing thoughts and I looked toward it. Ruthie clicked her long nails on the steering wheel with extra fervor, scowling. Obviously, she was upset, and who wouldn't be after what we'd been through? I opened my mouth to ask how she was doing, but she beat me to it."Oh my gosh! Finally," she said. "I've been trying to get your attention for miles!" "Sorry. I was just thinking.""Well, obviously. And I don't blame you for zoning. But I'm dying to ask what's going on in your head. That was very intense stuff back there. Did you really mean what you said to Caroline? That she wasn't your family?"I closed my eyes. "I don't know. I know it sounded cold. But she's not my family. Not like Mom and Dad are." "I get it. That was a lot to absorb. Plus, I have to say she was super scary when her husband came after you. And then Isaac attacked him. I thought she was going to kill someone ..." She shook her head and sighed. "Most of all, I feel sorry for her. She