All Chapters of THE LUNAR THAT WASN'T ENOUGH : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

She was at the window because of the tea.This was the mundane fact of it — not intuition, not the bond pulling her attention toward the glass at the precise moment she needed to be looking, though she would think about that later and not be able to fully dismiss it. She was at the window because she'd made tea at nine forty-five and the kitchen was warm from the day's heating and she'd carried the mug to the sitting room where the window was cracked two inches, the way she kept it in the evenings, and she'd stood in the particular way you stood when you were too tired to sit and too awake to sleep and the mug was warm in your hands and the city outside was doing its nighttime thing and there was nothing specific to look at.She was looking at nothing specific.Then she was looking at the car.It was at the far end of the street when she first saw it.Moving at the speed of traffic — not slow, not conspicuously slow, just a car on a city street at nine forty-five in the evening in Feb

The news arrived with Garrett at dawn.Silvercrest warriors had been spotted at the eastern border. Not scouts, a full company, perhaps sixty strong, moving fast and with the organized aggression of wolves who had been given a specific objective. Darius was with them. He had been seen at the front of the formation.Adrian received this news in the main hall with Garrett and his senior warriors, and I watched his face go through a very specific process, the brief flash of something that might have been anger, and then the closing down, the calm that was not peace but was the thing that high-functioning Alphas wore in place of peace when there was work to do."He's coming for Leila," Garrett said. Not a question."He's coming because his ego has finally outpaced his judgment," Adrian said. He looked at me. "You don't have to be part of this.""Yes I do," I said."Leila…""He rejected me in front of my entire pack," I said. "He sent rogues to kill me in the forest. He told me to get rid

Adrian healed.Mara was furious with him in a loving way that involved a great deal of pointed commentary about silver blades and the specific stupidity of standing between your enemy's weapon and its target without adequate protection. Adrian received this in his usual manner, which was to say nothing and wait for it to finish, but there was a quality to his patience now that was lighter. He was at ease with her anger in a way he had not been before. He let it land. He did not armor himself against it.He was at ease, generally, in ways he had not been before.I watched it happen gradually, the way spring happens, not in a single dramatic moment but in the accumulation of small things. The way he sat at the dinner table now, less contained, sometimes leaning back with his arms crossed in a posture that was almost relaxed. The way Kael, his wolf, had stopped the constant low-level agitation that had been visible in Adrian's movements for as long as I had known him. The way he laughed,