LOGINAvery’s POVI called my mother that night, sitting in front of my vanity as I got ready for dinner. She picked up on the first ring.“Were you sitting by the phone?” I teased.“No,” she said. “I was just… It’s good to hear your voice, Avery.”I smiled. “You too, Mom. Sorry I haven’t called in a bit.
“You know,” I said, setting down my mug, “I might not be ready to be a Luna right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be against it forever.”Gideon stared at me.“I’m not saying yes. Not yet, and maybe not for a long time. I want to go slow, and I want to get through the next few months with the busine
Avery’s POVThe cafe was small, with mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu and a nice seating area that looked directly out onto the stretch of street where Bjorn and his new friends were still going at it. We got a table outside, right in a patch of sunlight that felt absolutely heavenly on my sk
She smiled and walked around the counter. “That’s nice. Where does she live?”“In the human city. She’s a human.”The shopkeeper pulled her head back. “Oh, then we won’t have anything for her here.”“What?” I asked. “Why not?”The shopkeeper didn’t look unkind, in fact a little contrite, as she said
Avery’s POVThe path into the village wound down through the trees and opened up gradually, the forest thinning around us until the first rooftops appeared through the branches. It was familiar and peaceful, the air warm and smelling of pine and flowers.Bjorn walked between us for a few minutes bef
I reached for it again now for practical reasons so I could tell her about my plans with Bjorn, but strangely, this time, the other end was silent.It wasn’t closed off, either. I had felt that familiar titanium wall long enough to know when it was up and when it wasn’t, and this morning, there was
Gideon was right next to me again, his handsome face inches from mine, and he didn’t look happy. “Explain.” he grated out between clenched teeth. “Uh…” I stammered. Why did he have to be all up in my space? “Ok. Why did you want to come to Silvermoon today?” Gideon exhaled slowly, but indulged
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







