Nina A couple of months had passed in a whirlwind since that first council meeting. True to my word, I had begun splitting my time between the werewolf realm and Mountainview, where I was finishing up my final year of medical school. It was a delicate balance, but one I was slowly getting the ha
Enzo “I was thinking we should have a scout set up at all times, just to make sure that we’re on constant surveillance of the warehouse. Then, we can plan the entry strategy from there.” Matt leaned over the large round table, pointing at the hand-drawn map of the Schreiber warehouse and the sur
Nina I was dozing lightly on the couch, one hand resting on my swollen belly and the other under my head. It was a particularly hot and humid evening, and even with the windows open and the breeze coming in, I couldn’t seem to find relief. It wasn’t the heat, though, that was keeping me awake. T
Nina I sank down heavily into the plush chair behind my father’s mahogany desk, letting out a long exhale as I tried to get comfortable. My back was aching something fierce from being on my feet all day, the extra weight of the baby making it feel like I was carrying a bowling ball in my belly.
Had I really known him at all, I wondered? Or had I merely been too self-absorbed and naive to see past the facade of unshakable command he projected? After a long silence, I found my voice. “Why didn’t he ever tell me that?” “He didn’t want you to see his weakness, I suppose,” Angelica replied
Nina “How’s it looking in there?” I called out, rapping lightly on the wooden door of Jessica’s fitting room. “Um… decent, I guess?” her muffled voice floated back a moment later, although I could sense the uncertainty in her tone. “Decent? That’s it? Come on, Jess, this is your wedding gown w
Shaking my head, I turned without another word and stormed out of the fitting room. I took the two strides across the hall to Jessica’s fitting room and knocked on the door, folding my arms across my chest. “Jess? You in there?” There was a muffled thump in the fitting room, followed by the soun
Enzo The crunch of leaves and snap of twigs echoed through the trees as Matt and I tore after the Schreiber scout. Our breaths came in ragged gasps, the hot summer air burning our lungs. Overhead, a little red bird chirped and flitted through the green canopy of trees; Daphne. But even she wasn’