LOGINChris shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Unbelievable,” he hissed as I smirked with satisfaction.The trip to the clinic went by a lot faster on wheels than on foot. Chris remained glued to my side, his hair falling into his eyes as he repeatedly checked on me. I simply smiled in the backseat, and w
Epilogue — Part IIAvaAs the balloon hit me square in the face, I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance. Chris’s strong arm caught me, steadying me as a chorus of “Surprise!” filled the air.Our living room had been transformed, covered with balloons and streamers in shades of blue and silver. A
Her imprisonment in New Moon was coming to an end, and soon she would be returning to Moonstone on parole. The thought filled me with a mixture of apprehension and hope, as it did all of us.But that was not coming for another month.As the Elders filed out, I leaned back in my chair, unable to keep
Before I could comment, the Elders finally filed in, their usual robes swishing around them as they moved. Fatima was now the Eldest since Elise was gone, and so she took the end of the table opposite Chris.Claire hobbled in after her; she had been leaning on a cane lately due to a sudden onset of
Epilogue — Part IAvaMy hand rested on my belly as I waddled through the doors, half-ignoring Chris’s presence. He sighed, letting the door fall shut behind me.“What’s wrong?” he asked, following me to the circular council table in the center of the room.“Nothing.”That was a lie.It was my 40th
For a moment, Chris was silent, his gaze intense as he searched my face. Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees, burying his face in my skirt. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close.“Goddess, I can’t wait to marry you,” he murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric.I smiled, run
ChrisLeonard and I shifted back into our human forms as we reached the edge of the warrior camp, the sound of conversation, the snarling of wolves, and the clashing of metal against metal filling our ears. The air smelled like smoke and meat and sweat, a stark contrast from the cool morning breeze.
Chris snorted, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Patrick.”Patrick laughed, clapping Chris on the back. “Tell you what,” he said. “When this is all over, we have to have a real drink together. Then we can decide if we’re friends or not.”“Deal,” Chris agreed.
Later in the afternoon, I made my way down to the cellar to administer Leonard’s medication. As I prepared the syringe, my hands shook; I hadn’t managed to eat yet. Every time I tried, my stomach would churn and ruin my appetite entirely.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.“Leonard,” I began hesit
AvaAs the week passed, I found myself feeling worse with each passing day. The mornings were especially rough, a constant battle against waves of nausea and fatigue that seemed to worsen as the days went by.I tried to push through it, attributing the symptoms to stress and lack of sleep, but deep







