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Grace A month later... After the attack, the remaining members retreated into the cabinet to figure out what to do. After all, the other half and the president had been killed in the attack because they attacked Mooncrest. Luckily, Astarte had simply fixed everything, and aside from the aches an
Fire spilled over the doors as we fought our way down the stairs. Something swiped my cheek, but I didn't heed it. We stumbled over the bodies and slipped in the blood. I tried not to think about how many people I'd killed. I didn't want to think about it. "Back up is coming, but we need time, "
Grace I heard dying screams as I ran. The sound of battle echoed down the hallway. I found Astarte holding a group of attackers off at the door of the other stairs. "There was no way off." Astarte snarled. "Your mother's office! Lock the door." "What about--" "Go!" I bit my lip and ran
"A good PR move comes with a splash of fun." Astarted nodded forward. "I believe you should get to your command room, yes?" I nodded and headed upstairs to my father's office, adrenaline pumping through my veins. An attack, contained or not, was a serious threat. The city needed to be locked dow
Grace As we boarded the crowded bus, a knot of unease tightened in my gut. Astarte made a show of being intrigued. She smiled for every photo and seemed genuinely delighted, all the while, she explained her plan. I promised to help you. PR is important. Having me here will get you attention beyo
Charles Grace's knock broke through the haze of research that threatened to consume me. I'd hoped to find answers buried within the tomes and scrolls that littered my office. I knew it was in here somewhere, but I couldn't find it. Rising from my desk, I crossed the room and opened the door. Gra
"The curse that affects the mingling of their bloodline with werewolves," Esme explained. The pieces started to click into place. I looked at Eason and clenched my jaw. "What does it do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "It throws the lycan side into a state of hyper-aggression. It's meant
I nodded. I wasn't even surprised. Eason had never been someone to be stopped. "Though, I am proud of you for trying to set things right." Did that mean things would never be right between us? "Are you leaving back to Northfall soon, then?" I asked, the question tumbling out before I could sto
"You think I need therapy?" she asked, her voice a mix of defiance and wounded pride. "I think it could be immensely beneficial," I said carefully. "I'm not crazy." "Perfectly sane people go to therapy." She glared at me. "You're telling me you go to therapy?" I smiled. "I did and still do







