Mag-log inI can hardly believe it. Before my friends can say anything else, I squeal and throw my arms around them both, jumping up and down. Liam and Brian and the twins are the one major thing I’ve missed dearly since leaving Bo’Arrocan, and to find that they’re finally considering living in Ordan full time
“On schedule, believe it or not,” I reply. “The Bo’Arrocan branch is finally running smoothly, and the Ordan location just graduated its first class of seniors. Six of them got full scholarships to prestigious art schools.”“That’s amazing, Iris.” Alice squeezes my arm. “You’ve created something tru
IrisFive Years Later…“Fifty years of marriage, and they still make each other laugh like that,” Arthur says, appearing at my side with two glasses of champagne. He hands me one and clinks his against it, and we watch as my parents twirl on the lawn, my mom throwing her head back at something my fa
“Gee. Thanks,” I manage to laugh weakly. “I’ll see you all next week.”“You most certainly will not,” Arthur, Hunter, and Alice all say in unison, making me roll my eyes.Outside, Arthur’s car is waiting, parked haphazardly half on the curb. He must have driven like a maniac to get here so quickly f
IrisEight months later…“And that’s why the colors on this side of the color wheel are considered ‘cool’ colors,” I explain to the class of children sitting in a semicircle around me. “They remind us of water, ice, and the sky.”I’m demonstrating on a large color wheel chart when a sharp pain rips
And through it all, Augustine’s breathing grows slower, shallower.Then, quietly and calmly, she goes.Her hand turns limp in mine. The steady beeping of the heart monitor flatlines. The doctor steps forward, checks for a pulse, then shakes her head.“Time of death, 10:47 AM,” she says quietly.I br
IrisThe morning sun shines through the large windows of the dining room as we all gather for breakfast. Miles is feeling much better, and thankfully, his fever was completely gone when I checked on him this morning. He’s currently perched on my mother’s lap, happily devouring a stack of chocolate c
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do after my residency ends,” I confess. “I love art, but it feels… I don’t know, pointless now. Like people will only care about it now because of who I am and not because they actually like it.”“Perhaps people will only pay attention because of who you are now,”
My wolf?I hold my breath, trying to grasp the feeling, to coax it to life. For a moment, it grows stronger, a warmth spreading through my chest, a heightened awareness of the forest around me—the scents sharper, the sounds clearer.But as quickly as it came, it fades, slipping away like water throu
He enters me slowly, painfully so. First an inch, maybe less, and then he’s out of me again, sliding his shaft between my pussy lips. I whine with need, but he just smirks and slips two inches in, then back out.It takes too long for him to finally fill every inch of me, too many times dipping in an







