Gregory awoke from sleeping and reached for Aricka. He then realized he was now comfortable and expecting her there beside him. He felt a longing in his heart for Aricka as he lay there, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.                One more interrogation, and then this would all be over—a highly personal questioning.  Gregory wanted answers as to why Richard had done all this.  He tried to take Everything from Gregory and never looking for his own place in the world.  The Pack and their family would have supported anything he wished to have done. H

                Gregory returned Evan to Michael’s house with a Hell Hound in tow. Gregory explained what was happening and that he would be back in a few hours. He felt terrible about this, but he would not scar Evan with watching his father die before him.                With that done, he stopped long enough to look through his email on his cellphone and send out some replies.  He cursed a few times because of the time-sensitivity of some of it.  Gregory called Rolo and found out that they had not started the destruction of the phylactery yet, so he made it clear he would be there for the proceedings.Then he returned to the site of the cells and entered the interrogations room. That was where the mages had set up for the ritual.  As far as Gregory c

Gregory was glad when he got his growling mate back to her bed.  He could tell that she was showing the signs of shifting soon.  These were times when he wished that shifters naturally shifted with the full moon at least the first time. That way, they would have a heads up. But no such luck. It was just like labour and delivery crossed with a moody teenager. No one knew how long labour would take, then when the delivery would happen, and they were never prepared for it. That’s when he realized that he’d have to help her through that too soon enough. It was the same here.  Aricka had gone through joint pain and a fever already.  Now she was on to being cross and growling.Doctor Graves had ushere

                Richard woke with a start. This time he noted there was less pain. But, the dread now came crashing in on him like a tidal wave. He wasn’t sure if he groaned because he hurt still or because his brain registered that everything was right, but it was all wrong still.  How the fuck was he supposed to make things right?               He realized suddenly that he actually cared and felt a need other than revenge for the first time in a hell of a long time. It didn’t change anything, but it meant everything was just that much harder.    &nbs

          Richard was getting stronger and staying awake longer. He was developing a rather surly attitude due to the nervousness he was feeling.  He’d just been told that Richard was coming by to visit him, and Richard imagined his brother from the past. Gregory had always seemed angry or disappointed or some mixture of the two with him.          Now, Richard didn’t know what to expect after the last thing he remembers was at his weakest. His brother was hugging him and mumbling something about getting through things together. Which way was it going to go? He didn’t know, and he had to admit that he was afraid to speculate.