ANDREW
If I would have found anyone else sitting on my office desk with crackers in one hand and my grandfather’s journal in the other, I would probably have executed them on the spot. But seeing Lyra sitting on my desk with her feet kicking back and forth to the rhythm she is humming softens my heart. Moonlight catches her golden curls and make them glow against her olive skin, and her full lips pout slightly as she hums and reads the book. I cannot take my eyes off of her in this moment, she is the most beautiful creature in the world.
I frown when she looks up and catches me staring at her, her cheeks flush with embarrassment but there is nothing for her to be embarrassed about. She stumbles over an apology as if she were afraid that I would punish her for being in my office. But I am not even concerned about where she is at the moment, I do not even hear her words.
“You sing beautifully.” I am so consumed by he
Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.
Erebus âI only turn twenty-one once,â Lucian whines behind me. Refusing to turn around I just respond to him with a growl. âYou promised,â he adds in. Spinning around in my chair, his blue eyes are sparkling with fake tears and his lower lip is pushed out. âThat does not work on me anymore,â I growl at him even though I feel my restraint begin to dissolve. âWhat will people think if they see their King out drinking at a bar?â âUgh,â Lucian groans, throwing his neck back in frustration. âWhen did you turn into our mom?â Anger fills my body at being compared to her. I open my mouth to rebuke his comparison when I see his eyes flicker with amusement and a grin crosses his lips. âWhere are we going,â I growl. His bright blue eyes glitter with excitement, âItâs a place called The Wolfâs Den.â âThat place is a shithole,â I groan. Lucian is practically jumping up and down. âSo youâve heard of it?â âCan we pick a nicer location?â I rub my eyes roughly with palms of my hands
ELLA Checking my reflection in the mirror, I turn from side to side making sure that none of my âimportant partsâ are hanging out, as Gramps Walter likes to say. Carefully I check my makeup, avoiding my own emerald gaze in the mirror. Since I ran from my family in the Appalachian Mountains I havenât been able to look myself in the eyes. These are the same eyes that belong to one of my fathers. A constant reminder that I am not the daughter they planned for me to be. My birth was foreseen, my powers were foreseen, and yet here I stand an ordinary werewolf. The color of my wolfâs fur should have been enough to serve as passage into the magical world of witches. But unlike any Silver Wolf that has come before me I am powerless. Practicing a fake smile for the mirror I donât miss how my smile no longer meets my eyes, but lucky for me the bar patrons are always too drunk to notice or even care. I chuckle a little bit at my reflection, Gramps is going to throw a fit tonight. I h
LYRASixteen Years Later I watch as my daughter stares out of the window. The thick layer of snow that coats the ground reminds me of the night she was born. There was so much snow that even Andrewâs Jeep could not make it through the snow. I laugh a little at the irony of it all. Here I am largely pregnant, with swollen ankles, and my feet propped up on a pillow. It is the exact thing that I refused to do a little more than sixteen years ago. The look on my daughterâs face is one of worry and regret. I pat the couch beckoning her to come and sit with me. Leaning in I whisper quietly so no one care hear me. âSheâs awake. Isnât she?â I ask referring to her wolf. My question causes anxiety to ripple off her in waves. Hiding her face in her hands she tries to control her breathing. We already know she is a Silver Wolf. We have prepared for this day since she was old enough to understand. I have known that her wolf had awoken weeks ago, I can feel my power waning when
LYRA The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the pack house. Abigale and I have been baking all day preparing for Chase and Annie to visit for an early Christmas celebration. My overly round belly is covered in flour because it keeps getting in the way. Every time I turn around I am knocking something over with my baby bump. Abigale has given up trying to clean up after me. I have been on my feet all day and my ankles are killing me. Looking down I can see that they are twice their normal size. My stomach is cramping, and it is becoming difficult to breathe. Abigale has tried to get me to sit down several times, but I really want to help. It is my first Christmas celebration with my mates and my brother, I want to do as much of the work as I possibly can. Bracing my hands against my back, I lean backwards trying to stretch my tight belly, but nothing seems to alleviate the pressure. Deciding t
LYRAThe cold gel hits my abdomen, and it makes me jump a little. Andrew and James are beside me grinning from ear to ear. They look like little kids on Christmas morning. I try to hide the waves of anxiety following through my body. Deep down I know everything is fine. I have seen her in my visions, I know that she is okay. But that does not stop me from worrying. So many terrible things have happened since I got pregnant, what if the visions have since changed. There is a tiny voice in my mind that is making me doubt if my visions are correct or not.I keep my eyes closed tight while the doctor rolls the ultrasound wand along my stomach. Then I hear it. The whooshing sound of a heartbeat fills the room. Andrew and James squeeze my hand tightly. Placing my free hand over my eyes I let out a sigh of relief, but I still cannot bring myself to look at the screen. I feel Andrew’s lips against my