"You weren't bitten?" She shook her head to answer him. "So, I can't be turned out of spite or by accident?""No, Lance, though I have heard that there are ways to become one if a human truly wants to, but I don't know the specifics of that.""I need to sit down." He allowed her to guide him to the
Morana Ambrose.For the next few days, I was feeling a little better. Perhaps it was knowing what the cause was that made me feel slightly better. And, to top it off, ever since Adrian made me aware of the tiny life growing inside of me, I could feel a sort of warmth emanating from inside. A sort of
Morana Ambrose. "Because you're my best friend and the closest thing to a sister I have ever had, and you are my brother’s mate." I said."Oh, Morana." She hugged me tight, sniffling just a little. "Just wait; I'm going to be the best aunt. This kid is going to be so happy. And when I finally have
Morana Ambrose. I was frustrated and angry now. "I can't live my whole life in a protective bubble, Adrian. Eventually, I am going to have to live more." I said. "Not if I have anything to say about it." He joked, pulling me into his arms. "I just worry about you so much, Morana. I don't want any
Adrian BlackthroneMy Morana seemed to be happy with the newest development. That was good; as long as she kept herself safe from now on, it would continue to be great. And telling Rowan about the baby went really well. I know it was a bit too soon, but miscarriages aren't common among wolves, so we
Morana Ambrose. With all the excitement that was whirling around us, it seemed like time was moving so fast. With the news Adrian gave me after the visit of our friends, who were now our family, I was left with more to contemplate and a lot more to do.First there was congratulating Adam and Agent
Morana Ambrose. My nerves were frayed most of the day. Between fine-tuning all the details of the dinner for tonight, stressing over said dinner, feeling nauseous out of both nerves and baby housing, and trying to make sure that everyone that was supposed to be there was indeed there,.Finally, it
Morana Ambrose. The foyer, with its bright lights and dark, panelled walls and dark wooden floor, was like a setting for a scene from a drama unfolding before us. The happy vampire and nervous wolf staring each other down. Beads of sweat were forming on Cullen's forehead. His posture was rigid and