LOGINElena Elena was at the kitchen island the morning after Alexander had driven down to meet his lawyer, when she heard a car on the gravel. She set her coffee down. The scent reached her before the engine cut, and she identified both of them at once. Her mother’s perfume, the same one Serah had worn for twenty years. Her father underneath it, the cologne and the leather of his jacket. Elena walked through the foyer and opened the front door before either of them reached the porch. Serah was the first one up the steps. She was in the long grey coat she had worn the morning Elena left for college, and her hair was pulled back, her face was already wet at the edges. Miguel came up behind her with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Mama,” Elena said softly. She was surprised to see them Serah stopped at the top of the steps and pressed her hand against her mouth. She did not come closer. “Come inside,” Elena offered, stepping back from the doorway. “We are not coming inside
The study door opened a few minutes after Isabelle’s car had cleared the drive. Elena came in without knocking. She had been crying quietly somewhere in the house, and Alexander knew it before he looked up because her face was already wet at the edges. He started to stand. She held up her hand. “Don’t get up.” Alexander remained where he was. Elena did not sit either. She walked to the window where Isabelle’s car had been parked and stood with her arms folded, looking out at the empty turnaround. “I heard her,” she revealed. “Most of it. I came down the back stairs after she had been here a while. She wanted you to give her a child. Who’s she?” “Isabelle. She used to supply me with the suppressants.”Elena’s arms tightened across her ribs. “Oh, I see. And now she wants something in return, doesn’t she.”Alexander did not answer her at first. He looked at the floor between them, then he looked back up at her face. “Elena.” “Looks like every woman in Ravenhood desires you” she m
AlexanderTwo days after his parents drove down the mountain, Alexander was in the study going through a stack of bills when he heard a car on the gravel.He set the papers down and went to the window. A silver sedan was parked in the turnaround, and Isabelle Crane was already out of it and walking toward the porch in a tailored coat, her bag over her shoulder.He had not given Isabelle the address.Alexander met her at the front door before she could knock. Isabelle gave him the small professional smile she had given him for five years across his desk.“How did you find this place, Isabelle.”“You forget how many of your prescriptions came through me. You used the mountain address on a refill three years ago, and I have a memory for these things.”“You should have called.”“You would not have answered.”Alexander’s gaze tracked her, then he stepped aside and let her in. Turning her away on the porch would have looked like fear, and he was not afraid of her in his own house.He guided
Elena Elena woke with her cheek pressed against the moss and Alexander’s arm draped across her shoulder. For a moment she remained still and noticed the dirt packed under her nails, then she turned her head and saw Alexander asleep beside her, naked, with two long scratches running along his ribs. She recounted the previous night. She remembered the kitchen floor where her ribs had cracked under her own weight, and Lila crying somewhere above her, and Alexander pressing his palm flat against her chest and pouring warmth into her body until her wolf had finally surfaced. She remembered the howl, and the run that had followed, and the way she and Alexander had moved through the trees together with his shoulder brushing hers. She sat up slowly, careful of the soreness in her ribs, and the movement was enough to wake him. Alexander opened his eyes and looked at her, then he brought his hand up and brushed a leaf from her hair. “You came up clean, Elena,” he observed quietly. “Bet
AlexanderAlexander took the mountain road faster than he should have, his foot heavier on the pedal each time another scream came through the speaker of the phone he’d thrown onto the passenger seat. Lila’s voice kept breaking apart between Elena’s cries, and every sound Elena made put another fifteen pounds on his foot until the car was riding the curves harder than the wet pavement could really hold.“Lila, talk to me. Is she still breathing?”“Yes, she’s breathing, but it’s wrong, Alexander, it’s coming out wrong, and her wrist…”“Don’t touch the wrist,” he said, gripping the wheel tighter as the headlights swept through the dark trees on either side of the road. He could already hear what was happening underneath Elena’s voice the low animal note that didn’t belong inside a human throat and he knew what it meant even before Lila started crying again. Years of suppression were collapsing all at once, and her body wasn’t built to carry that kind of transformation “How far apart ar
ElenaThe first sign was her hands.She’d just stepped through the door of Lila’s apartment and dropped her bag against the entryway wall when her fingers cramped around her keys hard enough that she couldn’t unclench them. She stood there in the hallway with her car keys digging into her palm and stared at her own hand and tried to make her fingers work and they wouldn’t, they just wouldn’t. A slow heat was already starting to pool low in her stomach and rise up through her ribs.She made it three more steps before her knees went.She caught the edge of the kitchen counter on the way down and kept herself half upright with her elbow hooked over the granite, her cheek pressed against the cabinet door, and her whole body had started to shake. Not the small shaking from earlier. A deep, wrong shaking that had started somewhere behind her sternum and was working outward through her bones.The keys fell out of her hand.The sound of them hitting the tile was too loud. Everything was too l







