LOGINI nodded. "Don't let me trip." "I'll do my best." With a shared laugh, we headed out the door. Esme was there at the door, hanging back. Gracian stepped away from me and linked arms with her. "We'll see you soon." I nodded and watched them go. We stood in the foyer of the building. From wh
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 I could kill him. I could strangle him for getting caught up in all this, though I knew he was too smart for this stupid ploy. The anger and disappointment warred in me, but it didn't burn hot or violent the way I expected. Ryon was even younger than Devin, less sheltered, more battered, a
Grace Sunlight, pale and hesitant, crept through the curtains, rousing me from sleep. I hadn’t dreamed, but I wouldn’t have called it an easy sleep. The warmth made it hard to open my eyes, anchoring me in sleep, but when Charles stirred, I couldn’t help it. The scent of blood was a lot fainter, a
Grace My fingers drummed as I considered not answering it. I didn’t recognize the number. It didn’t even look like a number that I had ever seen. Amira started typing and glanced at it. She frowned. “It’s a Clan call.” Weird. How’d she know that? I answered it. “Hey, love.” I smiled at Charl
Charles hummed. "I had never considered that there might be more to charge Devin with, but I'll look into the Lycan Clan records since you're waiting on the pack lawyer." My stomach did a nervous flip. "Why?" "He wasn't born in the States. It's tradition, more or less, to set one up where the ch







