Mag-log inSylviaAlone in my Moonriver office with the magical research program’s hard drive hooked up to my computer, Elena and I desperately pored over centuries’ worth of accumulated information. I had several programmed searches running, pulling out any data that referenced healing or medical applications
SylviaAs Elena tried to make sure I fully understood the risks of the decision I had made, the lead doctor treating Azrael approached us from across the waiting room. Once again, her face was nearly unreadable to me.“The Alpha King’s condition has been stabilised,” she said before we could bombard
SylviaElena found me in the waiting area outside of the emergency ward a few minutes later. I must have explained Azrael’s condition to her, or she must have gotten it herself from one of the doctors, because the next thing I remember is her warm hand on my shoulder and her quiet murmur, “Sylvia, I
SylviaIn that moment, it took every ounce of my self - control – and my absolute determination to keep my unborn children safe – not to dive straight into the wreckage of the Alpha Council Hall and start tearing through the rubble to find Azrael myself. My fists clenched at my sides. I knew I could
SylviaElena, reading over my shoulder, let out a single strangled sob. But then I felt her straighten at my side as her newly - ingrained instincts as a Healer took over. “Okay. Shit. Okay, let’s get you back to Nightwhisper Hall – then once you’re secure, I’ll see if the first responders need any
Sylvia“ELENA!!!” Mika shrieked with joy as her former nanny strode into the Nightwhisper House sitting room. She bolted across the room to all but tackle Elena with a hug. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”“Oof! Oh, Goddess, you really have grown!” my friend laughed, hugging Mika back and kissing the top of
Sylvia's POVThe hallway to the VIP lounge was carpeted thick. The sound of the auction died after the second corner. By the time I reached the door, I could hear only the slow tick of an antique clock and my own pulse in my ears.The paddle was still in my hand. I set it on the small table by the d
Sylvia's POVAfter the engagement banquet, I returned to my pack. I locked the door, pulled a notebook from the drawer, and sat down at the desk.I wrote everything I could remember. I drew a single line under all of it and wrote what mattered.I needed proof. Hard, undeniable proof that Damian and
Sylvia's POVThe red wine hit his white shirt like a bloodstain.Damian stared at the dark red spreading across his chest, then at me. The wine glass rolled off the table and shattered on the marble floor.The hall went quiet. Then it went whispering, all at once. Nobody knew where to look."Sylvia.
Sylvia's POVThe night I died, my husband was inside my stepmother.I had been his Luna for three years. I helped him become the Alpha King. I never imagined that the whole time, he was just waiting for the right moment to put me in the ground."Which one of us does it better, darling?" she gasped,







