All Chapters of The Heir's Child: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyall's POVMy hands are shaking as I hold the envelope. All of these months that this had to be sitting there, and I am only just now finding it. What could be in it? What could she have possibly said to me before leaving?There are so many options to what she could have said, that opening it is just as terrifying as not opening it. With the way that she left, I have no idea just what she could have wanted to say to me before leaving. Is it going to make what I feel worse, or is she going to leave me a clue?"Lyall, are you okay?" River asks me.I look up in shock. Last I knew, I was with just my father in his office. Now, all of my friends are in here with me, staring at me with worried expressions. How did they get in here without me noticing?"Ah, finally noticed us did you?" Mel says with a weak chuckle.River does not even bother to hide the fact that she elbows him hard.Right in the ribs.Hard enough that he lets out a loud grunt. "Why are you all here?" I ask in confusion."

After the potion has sat in the sun for the allotted amount of time, Raven finally decides that it is ready.She dips her fingers into the mixture and slowly runs them through what has become a fine, almost impossibly soft powder. For a moment, she just stares at it before a smile spreads across her face.“It’s perfect.”I look at her expectantly.“We can do it now?”She nods.“We can.”My stomach flips with excitement.“What happens next?”“We place the powder around the property. If that wolf really is your familiar, she should be able to sense it. The magic will essentially create a path for her to follow back to you.”I glance toward the windows, suddenly very aware of the woods beyond them.“And then she just shows up?”“Not exactly.”“Then what?”Raven laughs softly.“Magic is rarely that predictable. Most likely, she will come within twenty-four hours. It could happen sooner. It could take longer. There isn't really a clock attached to magic.”Twenty-four hours.That suddenly f

As soon as I open the door, I know there is no hiding it.One look at Mark's face tells me that he can see everything.My swollen eyes.The tear tracks I could not completely wash away.The redness in my cheeks.There is absolutely no chance that he believes the fake smile I am trying to give him.“Raven sent me,” he says softly. “She thought you might need some company.”His eyes sweep over me once more.“Seems she was right.”I open my mouth to say something, anything that might convince him that I am fine.Nothing comes out.Instead, he steps forward and pulls me into his arms.That is all it takes.Whatever tiny bit of control I had managed to regain disappears.I break.The tears come rushing back so quickly that I cannot even catch my breath. I bury my face against his chest as another sob tears through me.“Woah, woah,” he murmurs. “I don't know what's going on yet, but let's get you inside.”Before I can protest, his arms slide beneath me.The next thing I know, my feet are no

Back At the PackLyall's POV"Son, are you absolutely sure that she wants you to keep looking for her?"My father's question stops me halfway through taking another bite.I slowly lower my fork."Absolutely."There is no hesitation in my answer."You know Rowan well enough to know that she doesn't say something she doesn't mean. She came right out and said it. Plain as day. River read it too."My mother looks at me carefully from across the table."Did she give you any clues? Anything at all about where she went? Did she mention whether or not she knew she was expecting?"My stomach tightens at the question.The baby.Even after all these months, hearing someone acknowledge that Rowan might actually be carrying my child still makes something inside me ache."I am sure that she knew," I answer quietly. "The doctor mentioned that she told her. But no, she didn't leave me any clues about where she went."I pause."At least, not that I can see."There has to be something.I know there is

"I thought you said that my steaks were just as good as Raven's? Mine are nowhere near this good," Mark complains.I look over at him and laugh."Oh, shush. Just enjoy it. She normally cooks them inside for me, so I didn't have the outdoor edge to judge on. Yours were still amazing, though.""You're just saying that.""No, I'm not. Yours really were amazing. If you tried mine, you'd understand a little better just how good yours are." I chuckle.He gives me a skeptical look before finally looking back down at his plate. I shake my head as I take another bite of my steak.I swear I will never get tired of Raven's cooking.There is just something about food cooked over an open fire that makes everything taste better. Maybe it is the fresh air. Maybe it is the smoke. Or maybe it is simply the memories that come with eating outside now.For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.Then Mark casually asks the question that completely destroys that