With my decision made and settled, I felt more at ease. I didn’t have to waste any more energy worrying about what I should do. Now I could focus on following my set path, even more fully than before. Since I’d gotten accepted into Lunarhaven Academy, I’d spent most my energy split between cheerle
But it was difficult to keep my lower lip from trembling. “There’s something else,” the right follower said, brushing Elena’s long, silky hair away from her shoulder. The follower leaned in and whispered in her ear. As Elena listened, her eyes brightened. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as s
Since I had decided to live the real college experience, I started going to classes that I would have otherwise skipped. Like the one I currently sat in: Werewolf History. For whatever the reason, maybe because it was history, very few people actually showed up for it. Even I had only attended a h
His face left no room for doubt. Under his helmet, he gazed forward with an intensity I had come to know well. I backed out of this girl’s social and found another on Joseph’s page. It was the same. Mixed in with the posts about Joseph, were many, many more of Asher. Picture after picture was po
All I had to do to find out what Joseph wanted was to press my thumb down and open the text. Yet at the last moment, I stopped myself. Why should I care what he wanted? He’d made his feelings for me and our baby perfectly clear the last time we were together. Asher would be here to pick me up so
With Asher at my side, we were led into a private room where a friendly nurse began an ultrasound. I worried my bottom lip, nervous, but Asher placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. I gained strength from his touch, enough to watch the screen when the nurse discovered the embryo. It was tiny yet,
Can we talk again about our baby? Hand shaking, I tried and failed several times to compose a response. What did Joseph mean by this? Did he actually want to be a part of the baby’s life now, or was he trying again to get me to abort the baby? I wanted to believe in him. My baby deserved a carin
“Thank you,” I told her at the door. She smiled at me. “Friends stick together.” I blinked. Friends? I didn’t feel we really knew each other well enough for that, but the idea of it still made me happy. I returned her smile and nodded. Friday evening, I stood in the hockey arena. In my che