“But I’m older, I’m supposed to be the one looking out for you. Do you have any idea how much I hated myself when we were growing up, how much I still do, because I wasn’t strong enough to take care of you.” I suspect Cora has done a lot of thinking since our fight earlier this year, because rather
Ella Things did not look better in the morning. At least, not for all the people back home in Moon Valley – shifter and human alike. With every day that passes, the worse the crisis grows, with refugees flooding out of the occupied territories and ever-rising death tolls. It feels insane that I’m o
A gasp goes around the pups, and the little one perched on my hip whispers, “She said a bad word!” “You don’t know what you’re talking about – you have no idea what I’ve been through!” Isabel continues, pointing an outraged finger at me. “Happiness is… that’s done for me! I can’t ever have it again
Sinclair “I’m worried about Ella.” I confess, pushing away my dinner. “You still haven’t been able to connect?” Hugo inquires, looking up from his own meal. We’re on the road today, in between territories and enjoying a rare night free of politics – though not free of stress. This is the first tim
“Yes.” Ella answers, sounding only slightly sullen. “Did you have dessert?” I follow up, wishing she would turn on her damn camera so I can see her. “No… though the chef did make an especially delicious looking cake today.” She reveals, obvious longing in her voice. “Okay, then you call down to t
Sinclair When I arrive in the dream forest, I’m alone – as I have been almost every night since I left. However, rather than calling for my mate as I usually do, by picturing her in my mind and willing her to come to me with the sheer force of my longing and determination, I send my power out
A fist slams into my face, “I’m going to make you pay for this, bitch.” My attacker snarls, gesturing to his dead friend. “No - please!” I cry, “it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, you should be dead.” “Well now you get to die.” His face comes into focus over mine, and I can see the pure, sadi
Ella “What do you mean, it was a memory?” Sinclair asks carefully. “I thought the priests came to you in the orphanage? I don’t remember anything about humans attacking you in the woods.” I stare at my lap, cradling my belly and trying to figure out how to explain my deceit. I knew this conversati