EmoryMy mother tells me about what happened to Bernard before we arrive in Moon Grove. His body is transported in a separate car as we make our way back to my hometown. I’m too numb from shock and the millions of things I need to focus on other than my father’s death. Bernard, until the end, is cau
“He gave us you, Lo,” I add. “That’s another good thing he did.”“In spite of himself, Bernard managed to make good kids,” Coit says. “We’re his legacy. The best thing he's ever done."My mother nods. “He’s wronged many people and made many mistakes. People will remember him for what he’s done and n
“How many?”“Around two thousand.”I close my eyes in relief. I can work with those odds. We might win this war after all.“I love you,” I tell her. “And not because you brought me an army.”She smiles. “I know, and I love you too.”We have to leave the tent so I can greet all the Alphas. I’ve met t
LexThe girl lies limp on the dungeon floor. I’ve drank more than I meant to this time, and I feel her blood running through my system. Since she first started to visit me a few days, she’s returned several times, and my body has begun to heal itself. My ribs still feel tender as the bruises fade ar
The eastern gardens are filled with grotesque antique statues King Peter’s ancestors had commissioned or taken from other kingdoms they conquered. They are covered in vines and moss, largely forgotten by the gardeners some of which are trimming hedges and tending to flower bushes at the moment.I s
She grip my shirt with her sharp nails. “Don’t go. My father’s men will hunt you down like a dog.”I pull her hands away from me. “Not if I get out of this cesspit of a kingdom first.”“Lex!”We both turn to see Jacob walking briskly toward us. He’s carrying a sword in one hand. Oh shit. Now I reall
LexThe sword hits the wood of the shovel, digging into the weathered wood. Jacob’s blue eyes glare into me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone hate me this much before. The ferocity with his attacks tells me that he truly wants to kill me. This isn’t just a mean boy wanting to pick on someone. Ja
“What are odds, Rainer?” he asks.“They could be better but they’re not dire now that we have the shifters with us. We have the strategy with the witches which gives us an advantage.”“Hold the fort.”I nod. “Hold the fort.”I leave Kane to mount my steed. Porthos is calm and steady underneath me, b