Ella The morning of the moon ceremony finds me, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. Eating. Rafe is with me this time, giggling happily as I dance happily around the room with him, singing about how delicious carrots are as I pour some baby carrots out from their bag onto a plate and begin to munch on
“No,” Henry says quickly, looking up at me. “I mean – if it’s all the same to you, I’ll hold him a little longer.” I nod eagerly, touched deeply to see the bond forming between them already. “He looks like you,” Henry says, smiling at my mate. “You, too, were a little bowling ball when you were bo
“Well,” Henry answers, hesitating. “Cora and Roger will see the prophecy.” My face falls a little when I realize the implications of this. “Really? Unfair,” I declare, pouting. Henry laughs a little along with me. “It will bring them closer to him, give them a bond.” “Well,” I sigh, “I want them
Ella As a group, we head together into the darkness of the forest. “Did we have to go somewhere so creepy for this?” I ask Sinclair, looking warily around the woods. Usually my wolf thrills to be under the canopy of the trees, but today, I can feel her wary inside me. “It’s a sacred space,” Sinc
“Who presents this child for dedication?” she calls out, her voice steady and resonant. “We do,” Sinclair responds, his voice resonant and strong. “His mother and I.” The priestess nods deeply to us, part of the ritual, recognizing our intent. Then, she continues. “And who will carry this boy to m
Cora I’m a little out of breath when I finally catch up with Roger and Rafe, having had to work hard to keep up with his long wolf stride. “Rude,” I say when I finally come to a stop next to them. “You couldn’t have waited for me?” “I’m being rude?” Roger says, raising his eyebrows at me in disb
I gasp, suddenly afraid, but Roger brings a quick hand to my waist, steadying me. “Don’t pull the baby back,” he says, peering into the white light of the moon, likewise trying to make it out. “If you do, we won’t be able to see…” So I keep holding the baby out, my arms trembling a little, and wat
Ella It feels like my sister has been gone with my baby for…hours. But in reality I know that it has been, at best, maybe half an hour. Still, while the rest of us mill around the dark forest, drinking champagne and waiting, I can’t keep myself from continuing to glance anxiously into the darkness