Nina I hadn’t seen it in what felt like so long. Its sharp white teeth gleamed in the darkness. Its hollow eyes, lidless and empty, seemed to be looking directly into my soul. It cocked its head first to the left, then to the right, then left and right again, over and over and over like a broken
Enzo I took a deep breath, the crisp summer air and the scent of pine—a scent that I once associated with the comfort of being home in the werewolf realm, but now associated with pain and banishment—filling my lungs as I walked down the quiet street towards the town square. Mila’s voice echoed i
“Where’s that lovely wife of yours?” she asked. “Is she still sleeping in on a Saturday morning?” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, momentarily causing my breath to catch in my throat. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the edge of the countertop as I struggled to find my voice
Nina I awoke with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding against the inside of my ribcage as the last remnants of my dream faded away. I could still see his face in front of me—Enzo’s. I could still see the way his eyes were filled with betrayal. It made me shudder, and instantly I knew that tonight wa
Nina I stared at Luke in stunned silence, his words echoing in my head. Enzo... with Mila? It made no sense, and yet, a tendril of dread snaked its way around my heart when I saw the look in Luke’s eyes. He knew what he had seen. “What are you talking about?”I finally managed, my voice tremb
Anger roiled inside of me at his words. “Do you even hear yourself?” I blurted out. “Mila has Enzo, dad. Mila. You know what she’s capable of.” “Of course I know what she’s capable of,” he replied, pulling his shoulders back so that his hulking form seemed to tower over me. “Which is precisely why
Enzo I lounged back on the plush chaise, idly running my fingers along the intricate embroidery as I gazed out over the deep, shimmering pools of water below. Mila’s palace really was a marvel, all glittering spires and soaring archways that seemed to defy the laws of physics itself, all nestled
Nina I stared down at the book in front of me, my breath catching in my throat as the strange blue glow intensified. The moonstone in my hand glowed as well, its light almost seeming to pulse in tandem with that of the book. “What the hell?” I muttered, reaching out to touch the book. Gasping