LOGIN“I won’t be one of your choices, Logan.” A hand around her neck and the other holding her chin up, he declares, “You were never an option, little mouse. It was you from the start.” ----- Hanna Going back home is like visiting a museum of shame. Worse, beyond that ugly feeling are harsh reality checks—parents don’t live forever, Evergreen is in danger, and the man who broke my heart five years ago is offering the position of Luna, co-guardian of the pack, in a silver platter. He’s desperate to tear my walls down even if it means breaking us in the process so he can rebuild us from the dust. But we can’t afford destruction when death tolls are on the rise and the dead starts walking. -- Logan When I learned that she left, I expected a swift return. But her shadow never once graced Evergreen’s borders, until now—when it’s the most dangerous. Her presence is the warmest comfort wrapped in a wall of thorns. I bleed for her with every push and pull, battering it down so I can meet the girl who fell for me at sixteen and start over. But something lurks in the shadows seeking to destroy our lands before we can even begin. As whispers of a curse dance in the hopeless silence, I find salvation in the unlikeliest of places—a journal from my ancestor, and a woman who’s been guarding secrets.
View MoreHanna“Alpha …” Ivan stops himself from saying more, his brows furrowed and lips tightly pressed together.I turn around to face Logan, who’s leaning on the wall, his arms crossed.“What did you say?”“You heard me, sweetheart.”“Don’t call me that.”“I’ll think of something else then.” He pushes himself upright, then extends an arm. “You hungry? How does brunch sound?”To say I’m appalled is an understatement. My dad is right over here, probably dying, and he’s asking me out to eat? He’s really asking to be punched.“Excuse me?”“You are excused. Therefore, can we go now?”“Alpha, please don’t do this,” Ivan interjects, a deep frown on his face and a look of disapproval in his hazel eyes.“If we’re playing this game o
HannaIt’s as if years have been shaved off of my life by the time we reach the hospital. Logan kept quiet the entire time while I tried my best to look at anything but him. He’s wearing a black shirt now, something he just had lying in the backseat apparently.He drops me off near the entrance then proceeds into the underground parking lot. It seems the building has been renovated. This main building used to only have three floors, but it now looks taller with its additional floors and more modern with all the additional embellishments like large screens, hallway signs, and curved monitors.I figure Logan will take the elevator from there so I go ahead and inquire at the nurse station for my dad’s room number.The nurse has a round face with baby cheeks and round brown eyes. Her black hair has been tied up in a tight bun, and blue scrubs hangs from her frame. She notices my presence and gasps when she glances up from the screen.
HannaOr so I said.I was so confident earlier, but now that I’m standing in front of his office with only this obnoxious pair of heavy double doors separating us, all that confidence shot out my ass.What do I do if he doesn’t accept?Just the thought of having to ask Marigold to help me seal the deal makes me want to puke.Well, it’s now or never.Let’s get this over with.I knock three times before opening the door, and moons, do I wish I waited for a reply. This scene shouldn’t be seen by anyone who wants to keep their breakfast inside their stomachs.Scattered on the floor are documents along with an upside-down laptop partly closed like they were swept off the table without care. Logan’s leaning on a bookshelf with a woman wearing red lacy lingerie on her knees right in front of him. He’s got a fistful of her long blonde hair and his other hand wrapped around her delicate
HannaDad’s left for the doctor at first light, leaving Dean and I alone until my appointment with Logan. Surprised is an understatement to describe how I felt this morning when I found the first floor cleaned spotless, the dining table cleared with a fresh bouquet of roses and a note with my name on it, and the dishes from last night all washed, wiped dry, and returned to their respective drawers.It’s oddly impressive.I didn’t check if the door was locked last night, and I was so sure he’d left. He must’ve returned when we were all fast asleep. Who knew I could sleep through a person cleaning the house in the dead of night?Dad didn’t comment on the gift, though we all knew the sender. He observed Dean a little, who appeared nonchalant about the not-so-secret cleaner and likewise said nothing.Speaking of Dean, he’s pleading with nearly irresistible puppy dog eyes again.“Take me with you. Please? I’ll rub your feet
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