Cara’s POV I crouch down to his level and pat his black hair, “I’m sorry, Ethan, but you must stay here.” I don’t want to disappoint Ethan. I know he must feel left out, not being allowed to travel to DarkWood like his sister Mia. He tells me as much again the next day as Ruby, Mia, and I prepar
Cara’s POV A middle-aged and distinguished-looking man walks into the kitchen, hands raised in an obvious attempt to minimize the growing tension in the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” He asks, looking at all of us gathered around. I’m not yet certain who this man is, but when he speaks, the
I like to think that spending years watching folks like this manager and my own Grandmother is what gave me the skills I have today. At her comments, the staff looks deeply ashamed. After all, these people must have entered this line of work because of their desire to help the pack’s orphaned chil
Cara’s POV “Why are you so upset, sis?” Ryan asks me with a laugh. He’s got that mischievous grin on his face, looking just like his twin Aidan. I would have expected a prank like this from Aidan, but not Ryan. But I’ve heard that’s what always makes Ryan’s pranks so much more effective than A
I turn and am shocked to see the she-wolf that spoke to me with such venom inside the Pack House kitchen. I had almost forgotten that we’re still outside of the Pack House. “He has your eyes… is he your son?” The she-wolf asks softly, looking at Ethan who still remains seated inside of Ryan’s ca
Cara’s POV I’m pushing the thoughts of Alaric far from my mind as I head to the hospital. I need to focus. I’m here for Mia. She needs me. Ruby greets me at the door, and I can see the stiffness in his shoulders immediately. “We need to talk,” my best friend tells me as she guides me
Alaric’s POV Aylon Auburn? The Pack BloodyMoon Beta? Why would Cara be carrying in her purse a document addressed to Aylon Auburn? It doesn’t make any sense… Unless… After the news report that announced Aylon Auburn as the new Beta of Pack BloodyMoon, I had asked my Beta John to find out a
Cara’s POV “…My, my husband, Aylon Arbun?!" "Isn't he?" Alaric asked, staring at me. I widen my eyes, looking at Alaric in shock and confusion. I recall what my brothers said to me last time. * “… That’s how it went. The guy asked why your husband wasn’t taking care of Mia when she was s
Cara’s POVBack under the pavilion for another break before the next contest, I sat at one of the picnic tables with my arms stretched out and ice packs over my aching muscles.“There’s no reason for you to participate in the final event,” Charlotte said to me, echoing previous warnings made by both
Cara’s POVThe day was filled with contests with very little time to break in between. As such, I wasn’t able to talk with Alaric, my brothers, or Noel. Instead, though, I filled in the Claw Sisters and Georgie on what occurred.“A secret stabbing is so cowardly,” Charlotte said. “If she had any hon
Cara’s POVAt once, I moved my arm up to shield myself, desperate to protect my vital organs.Yet, when the knife stabbed into me, I surprised to find that the blade pushed back, harmlessly, into the handle. I’d seen such a thing happen in the past, during stage shows. Her knife was nothing more tha
Alaric’s POVWith Colin watching the kids, Ryan, Aidan, and I went to spectate the cooking event. The event itself was being held in a large gymnasium, with special mats set up to protect the typical gym floor. Atop the mats, each contender was given their own section, with their own counters, appli
Cara’s POVThe next day I was somewhat exhausted from the event on the night before. The organizers of the event must have taken that into consideration because today was the last day of rest before the contests started the next day.The cooking showcase was my first event, and I was already nervous
Alaric’s POVI was ready to start throwing hands a minute ago, but now, seeing how quickly and resolutely the BloodyMoon pack came to Cara’s defense, I allowed myself to calm down, at least enough to sit back down and contain myself.My fury at those that had spoken against Cara remained, however, a
Cara’s POVAs we started to move about the stage, following the steps of our routine, I kept an eye on Lilia and her can of paint. I had my suspicions that it was intended for me. At a crucial moment, when we were at the front of the stage, the routine would bring us directly side by side.Perhaps t
Cara’s POVGeorgie asked me to return to my dressing room, where she arrived shortly after carrying the gown that she was supposed to be wearing that evening. On herself, she was wearing a robe.Looking at my own dress still filled me with a sense of mourning. It had been such a beautiful thing, des
None of them seemed even remotely guilty. They were all entirely confident, I could see it in their eyes.Only Lilia wore a different expression. When no one else could see her but me, she seemed smug, smirking. She pointed to a nearby camera.“I’ve been on camera this entire time, too, if you don’t