LOGINAvery’s POVThe sun was just starting to rise by the time Claire and I pulled into the driveway at Evergreen.I killed the engine and sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel. My hands were shaking. I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t eaten. I’d spent the entire drive back replaying what Tegan had t
Bjorn was mine.My son.And Avery had kept him from me.The anger came fast and hot, flooding through my chest. My hands curled into fists at my sides.Sebastian noticed my expression, and his lips curled just a little. “It makes you angry, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Almost makes you want to take him a
Gideon’s POVThe call came through just after midnight.I was sitting in my office, going over pack reports that I’d been neglecting for the past few days, when my phone lit up with Tegan’s name.I answered immediately. “Did you get the results?”“No.” His voice sounded rough, hoarse, like he had be
Avery’s POVI was up and running out the door before my mother even had a chance to ask what was wrong.The address for the testing center was easy enough to find, what with the giant, glaring sign that was hanging right over the door in the picture. Telling Claire to make sure Tegan didn’t leave be
Avery’s POVComing home should have felt like a relief after all this time.I arrived a little before ten o’clock, exhausted and shaking from everything that had happened. The drive from the hotel had taken only fifteen minutes or so, so I hadn’t made a decision yet.For a few moments, I stood in th
I sat, and the waiter appeared almost immediately, asking if I wanted anything. I ordered water. The shareholders already had drinks in front of them, half-finished glasses of whiskey and scotch. All on my bill, of course.“So,” the first man said, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s cut to the chase.
Avery’s POV The pack library bore some similarities to the records room in the basement. Both were packed to the brim with information. Whereas the records room had boxes of files, the library had more bound books, but both boasted a copious amount of dust. I mused that one might be able to tell
I didn’t have an immediate answer, so I just indicated for her to follow me out into the garden once more. I handed her a hoe and led her over to where the diseased plants were. “These plants are sick, so we need to pull them up and burn them.” I instructed, handing her a pair of gloves and puttin
“Who told you that the angelica flowers were traditional?” Gideon asked, voice flat. I hesitated. I knew who it had been, but I didn’t want to implicate her. It had been Madelyn who had given me the info and allayed my suspicions when I’d found the unusual flowers. From our conversation the ot
Avery’s POVI awoke slowly, like swimming up through deep water.There was a strange, metallic taste in my mouth, and my head pounded. I was laying on a hard surface. Dirt, perhaps? My limbs felt far-away and heavy. They didn’t respond to my attempts to move.All I could do was lay here.Weariness







