Rowan Wednesday Novels & Stories

As if a raven lion is being tests right now, and he's trying to win the fight. "I'm thinking, maybe tomorrow? Will that be okay? Today is saturday, and tomorrow is sunday. That's the only day you're out of work," answered Rowan. When Aiden nod his head, I feel like a bucket of ice were thrown at me. My body became numb and it feels like I was nailed to the chair where I was seating. "Excuse me, I have a call."

“Just starting my shift. What happened in there? You okay?” Octavia waved her hand. “Nothing important. Just some paperwork about the Elizabeth case. The chief wanted my statement. What’s up with you? You look like you have something on your mind.” Rowan leaned against the wall, trying to sound casual. “Actually, I’m going on a date tonight. Met this lady at the gym yesterday. She’s gorgeous, smart, and she’s really into me. We’re having dinner at that new Italian place downtown.” He watched her face carefully, hoping for any sign of jealousy; a flicker in her eyes, a tightening of her smile, anything.

Rowan has not been home for two weeks, and his number has been switched off. Fuck my life! ~~~~ It’s been three weeks since I got married to Rowan. And my husband has spent those three weeks with his lover. My leave of absence at the hospital ends tomorrow. I’m eating lunch with Catherine today, then I’ll resume work tomorrow. At least I will be busy with work, instead of brooding over my sad life. I pick one of the clothes in my closet, and I wear a simple gown. The driver follows me to the restaurant even after I insist on going alone.

If she’s alive, she owes me. He looked up, eyes hard, fury burning behind them. “Stop acting, Dorian! She’s hiding somewhere, isn’t she? Did she pay you off?” Dorian sighed quietly. “Would I joke about something like this? It was even on the pack’s moon-broadcast.” But Rowan wasn’t listening anymore. He shoved his phone into his coat and growled, “Tell her—if she doesn’t show up within three days, her brother’s treatment ends!” Dorian’s eyes widened. “Rowan, wait—”

Rowan said, taking another bite like he needed to confirm it wasn’t a trick. For a minute, it was just quiet eating. Warm food. A place that didn’t feel like it was holding itself together with effort. Then Amber leaned back in her seat like she couldn’t sit still anymore. “Okay,” she said, “Marking Day.” Rowan exhaled. “That thing.” “Yes, that thing,” she said, pointing at him. “Less than a month. Three in the morning. Blood moon. Ridge. All seniors.” I watched her while she talked.