I looked again. Isaac was still staring at me, tears shimmering in his eyes now. He looked… broken. Lost. Like a boy who’d had his heart ripped out.I couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe it was my wolf’s doing, maybe it was my own, but before I knew it I had stumbled away from the window, nearly collaps
BiancaThe room was in chaos.Zelda grabbed Isaac by the lapels of his expensive suit and slammed him against the wall. Zane dove at Ethan, who had just locked the door behind him. The sound of fists connecting with flesh and bodies hitting furniture filled the air.I backed toward the window, my ey
Isaac hesitated for a long time. Too long. Then, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees: “You remind me of someone who had dark hair. Very dark. Black as a raven.”Fuck.Zane suddenly stepped forward as Isaac rose from his chair. A low growl rumbled in his chest, but Isaac paid him no mind. Is
BiancaI froze.Isaac was a vision in his navy blue suit. The color brought out those piercing eyes, blond hair swept neatly to one side. The perfect picture of a King and future President.The perfect picture of a man who had tried to have me killed.And the way he was looking at me… He knew someth
By the time evening rolled around, I felt like I was going to vomit. But at least I looked like Ashlyn and smelled like no one.After putting on a sleek black pantsuit and my hat and sunglasses—prepared to provide excuses if anyone told me to remove them indoors—I was ready. The disguise felt like a
BiancaNothing happened over the next few days.And I mean that literally: nothing. Happened.There were no strange sightings around Silvermist. There were no suspicious people lurking in the shadows. There were no more ravens showing up at my window in the middle of the night carrying letters strap