He looks like he wants to argue, but after a moment, he nods. “I understand.”I clean my brushes methodically, focusing on the familiar routine to keep myself from falling apart. Rinse in paint thinner, then water, then wash with soap, reshape the bristles, lay them flat to dry. Arthur watches me si
IrisI think I’ve finally found my rhythm again, after weeks of disruption. My brush moves easily across the canvas tonight as I paint a serene scene of a fat little bird sitting in a tree. That very bird is sitting in the tree outside my window, his bright yellow feathers all puffed up and glowing
That must be why Veronica’s scent is driving me crazy. She’s not marked, and therefore my wolf will be inconsolable until she is.But I’ll fight it. I’m not going to give in to my primal urges. I love Iris, not Veronica, and I swore to myself and to her that I’d never hurt her again.“Everything app
Arthur“ALPHA PRESIDENT—OR LUNA’S GUARD DOG?”I sigh as I look at the news article on my phone screen, which displays a picture of me from the other day at Wellington Academy. My fangs are fully extended in the photo, eyes glowing red as I tower over the protesters.Beneath the photo is a statement
Or could they? I’m not sure anymore. All I’m sure of is that this is all my fault, and right now, I hate myself for it.As if reading my thoughts, Miles looks up at me and touches my cheek. “You didn’t do anything bad, Mommy.”Tears instantly spring to my eyes; how has he always been able to read my
IrisMy hands are shaking as I pull Miles onto my lap, cradling his face against my chest. He grumbles and tries to wrench his head away so he can get a proper look, but I hold fast. I don’t want him to see—don’t want him to see the protesters or the look of fury in his father’s glowing red eyes.Th