Edeline
I couldn’t stop chewing on my nails as I paced back and forth.
Eventually, I managed to pull myself together enough to get dressed and have Percival’s wolf escort me to my parents’ place. Dad suggested the cellar… but I just couldn’t bring myself to lock him in there.
I could do it—if it were Percival. But this wasn’t him. It was his wolf.
William and my dad helped me get him there. The wolf had been tense the whole way. Restless. Skittish. Agitated by everything that had happened. He hadn’t been by my side in weeks, and now that he was, he wasn’t letting anyone get close. He growled at every person who so much as looked our way—protective an
EdelineThe sun had already dipped behind the horizon, leaving behind a chilly bite in the air. Night had crept in fully now. Lately, the weather never seemed to make up its mind—didn’t matter what season it was. Overhead, the silver crescent of the moon hung in the black sky like it had something to say, with stars twinkling quietly around it. It felt like it was watching me.Maximus and Mirabelle were supposed to be here soon, but I couldn’t keep sitting around, waiting. Every second dragged on. I was still at my parents’ house, surrounded by their stares and a hundred unspoken questions. Upstairs, my companion—if I could even call him that anymore—was knocked out cold in my old bed thanks to a heavy dose of tranquilizer. Just handling that felt like too much. I told them I needed some fresh air
EdelineI yanked down a roll of duct tape from the top shelf, ripped a strip off with my teeth, and slapped it right across his mouth before he could finish the command.He glared at me with fire in his eyes and growled from deep in his chest, but the tape stayed firm.“Whew,” I breathed, tossing the rest of the roll onto the nightstand. “That could’ve gone real bad.”Daisy grinned with approval. “Good job, Luna.”Everyone else was nodding and chuckling under their breath. We’d shut him up. Finally.I turned my gaze to Doc, who still held the tr
EdelineI was suddenly all in, listening to “Crazy Daisy,” as most folks called her. But the thing about healers? Sometimes they knew more than the oracles. Oracles spoke to the moon. Healers carried her power.“Edeline,” Daisy said, her voice low and serious now. “You conceived those pups right as your body was preparing to become the Moon’s warrior. You don’t even know what you’re capable of yet… and because of that, your pups—your twins—were affected.”My heart started to race. “Wait… you mean—?”“They’re warriors too,” she said firmly. “They have your power… and when they’r
EdelineI couldn’t stop chewing on my nails as I paced back and forth.Eventually, I managed to pull myself together enough to get dressed and have Percival’s wolf escort me to my parents’ place. Dad suggested the cellar… but I just couldn’t bring myself to lock him in there.I could do it—if it were Percival. But this wasn’t him. It was his wolf.William and my dad helped me get him there. The wolf had been tense the whole way. Restless. Skittish. Agitated by everything that had happened. He hadn’t been by my side in weeks, and now that he was, he wasn’t letting anyone get close. He growled at every person who so much as looked our way—protective an
EdelineThat did it. My own anger exploded, rising up to meet his.I stared him down, my voice rising. “No! Your wolf is my Alpha. You’re just my mate!” The words tore out of me, loud and shaking. “And yeah, you told me not to talk about them. But you know what? You’re right—they’d be disappointed in you. Just like your father. And don’t think for a second I’m wrong.”His face went cold. Stone cold.“You told my father?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.I gave him a sharp, mocking salute. “Told him everything.”He
EdelineStill, I didn’t move. I kept my expression neutral, sitting right there in front of the mirror, trying to act like I wasn’t phased. Arms still crossed. Refusing to look at him. But I felt him closing in.He came up behind me, his presence thick and magnetic as he watched me through the mirror. I risked a glance. My heart thudded hard.He looked wrecked—bare-chested with angry cuts and gashes decorating his skin. Just basketball shorts on, blood drying on his body like he didn’t even care. His arms were massive, veined and tense, and it was getting harder to fight the urge to just… kiss him.I didn’t want to want him. But I did. And I hated that it felt out of my control.