That was all the warning Elina got, and then she was cradled in his arms and they were moving through the air. She laughed and buried her face against his chest. She loved his surprises, although, truthfully, he was spoiling her far too much. She couldn't keep up with him. He was good at picking her wish list right out of her head and giving her item after item. She tried to do the same, but most of his wants were about making her happy or keeping her safe, or were very intensely sexual.Every evening he talked to the baby, his hands around the little bump, his mouth pressed to her bare skin. He whispered that she was loved and that they couldn't wait to see her. To hold her in their arms. Elina loved him all the more for that. She never once found a single doubt in his mind. He wanted the baby and thought of her as his. With all the blood exchanges between them, she knew his blood ran in Carisma's veins.I still have trouble thinking he's really gone. She knew Damonq would know wh

Storm was speechless. She couldn’t shout-even though her mouth was opened to do that, no sound came out. It was the darkness that sucked the sound out of her. She was breathless too-her breath hanging on a thin thread of anticipation. What would happen next? Is this the manifestation of her dream?Her dream had just been like this; a dark closet, harboring a red eyed beast which had been after her life. A red eyed beast with a red stained mouth.Thinking of it now, she reasoned it was blood-probably the blood of Kaden. She shuddered involuntarily thinking of the previous one she had heard before dinner. Had the dream actually been real? Had the beast consumed Kaden and was now coming for her? Had she been stupid for not informing Kaden about the dreams she has been having? After all he knew of supernaturals. She was sure of it-she still remembered Lent, and his weird state when she had attempted healing him on the first day they had met. She should have told Kaden. Damn! She shou

Kaden took a sip of the coffee that had gone cold on his study table. He smacked his lips as the chilly liquid touched his tongue. He dropped the cup immediately on the table like it had been a mistake in the first place picking it up to drink. “Don’t ask for another cup of coffee. That’s the third cup that I have made for you, and you never take past the first sip. Are you tasting the coffee for the first time?” Lent asked, whilst going through a stack of papers that lay piled on another desk, longer and wider that the one Kaden was using. It would be appropriately called a meeting desk for some board of directors. Lent knew that Kaden was knee deep in thoughts on what to do about the abduction of their friend’s wife, and couldn’t drink the coffee as usual even though it was his favorite kind. Yet Lent just wished his friend and leader could stay distracted, even if it was for a few minutes. Kaden had been at that space for more than five hours, without saying a word except for “

“Is that all they said?” Kaden asked, to himself rather, a deathly smile on his face. His body was pumped with anger, indignation and war. So Ambrosia wanted war? He would give him war then. Yes, he had made a mistake of letting them in on what they were through one stupid mistake of his, but he won’t wallow in that one mistake let alone allow them to outsmart him. It had happened in the recent weeks when he had come to the country. After a tedious day working at a café, and a tedious evening spent in taking classes and getting to know the happenings of the area, he had wanted a run, rather needed it. And so, he, against his better judgment, had changed into his wolf version after making sure that no was looking and sprinted off in a run into a nearby little forest. After the invigorating run , he had returned to the spot where he had kept his clothes, changed back to his human version, and went away, unaware that there had been a drunk fellow just around the corner that had seen

Kaden took note of the excitement rolling in waves all around his subordinate, but didn’t know what to think of it. Was the result of the lad’s investigation so appealing and exciting, or was it something else? He reasoned that he hadn’t seen Jutul this happy making reports. Could something be the problem? or was it just simply that Jutul was happy that the report seemed interesting to them. That would probably be it. He concluded, deciding to give the boy a chance to talk, so that his own intense curiosity will be quenched. “So, go ahead Jutul. Tell us your reports. Tell us your findings. What did she say?” Kaden asked, relaxing deep into his chair, hoping that whatever Jutul would say would give them a headway on what to do about Storm and her family. That was another thorn in his flesh that he hoped Jutul’s findings would help him treat. Jutul took a deep breath before commencing with his tales. “Well, I had tried getting closer to Miranda these past few days, and I can say