Rowena“Rowena Griffith… I love you!” I felt as though I might throw up just looking at the sign in Adrian’s hands. The stereo by his feet was blasting a cheesy love song, a song that I had heard too many times on the radio and didn’t even like, and the smug smile on his face just infuriated me even more.
RowenaI burst through the doors of the quarantine center, my chest heaving with every breath and my hair a frazzled mess. I had run here so fast that my legs felt like they might give out at any moment, but I didn’t care. I only cared about Eric.“I need to see my brother,” I breathed, slamming my identification card on the front desk. “Now.”
RowenaEric and I sat beside each other at the table. Our mother and father sat across from us; our father leaned on his elbows, pinching the bridge of his nose, and our mother pensively stirred her coffee with a spoon.Everything was silent save for the clinking of the spoon against the mug. It had been quiet like this for some time; none of us even knew where to begin or what to say.
RowenaThe camp was practically brimming with excitement as Eric and I walked through the front doors. It seemed as though everyone had heard about Eric’s miraculous recovery—and it seemed, too, that almost everyone had gathered in the cafeteria to see for themselves.As we strode into the cafeteria side-by-side, we were met with a sea of excited students and warriors alike. Barely even three seconds had passed since we were through the doors before we were swarmed, with abso
RowenaEric pulled his car up to the curb and put it in park. The two of us were silent for a moment, just watching the stream of partygoers trickle into the house, before he turned to me and placed his hand over mine.“You know we don’t have to do this,” he said. “I’m more than happy curling up at my cottage and watching a movie.”
EricI had just gotten through the second round of a game of beer pong when it happened.Over the sounds of raucous laughter and loud music, I picked up something else: a whisper. My name, echoing in the back of my mind like a cold gust of wind slipping through an open window on a hot summer’s day.Eric
Rowena Alpha's daughter? I can vividly imagine them: powerful, beautiful, flawless. And as for me? I'm the outlier in the family, the odd one out. My father was a serious and upstanding alpha who ran the New Moon Pack; a pack that was revered as one of the most powerful ever known. My mother was a gentle and graceful luna, a woman who was as elegant and beautiful as she was intelligent and wise. And my brother, Eric Griffith? Well, he was a natural leader—a strong lion of the Griffith family. Among our peers, he was always considered to be the most likely person to become the Warrior King. Aside from their achievements, my entire family was utterly beautiful with dazzling platinum blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, tall and slender with the perfect muscles. Their wolves were unmatched beauties, fast and strong and perfect in every way. But not me. With a petite frame and dull brown hair, I stood from my family like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just my appearance, either; I was wolf
Rowena“I guess I should be considered the strongest warrior in the camp now, shouldn’t I?”Emma and I blinked up at the tall, handsome form as he sauntered down the stairs. He took each step slowly, his footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway.I couldn’t believe it; my brother, Eric, had returned after three long years.“Eric?” I murmured, taking a step forward. His hair was longer now, and he was more muscular, but it was certainly him. “What are you doing here?”Eric stepped down off the last stair and walked up to me with his hands in his pockets. There was a casual air about him as he approached me, and yet my heart was pounding in my chest.“Miss me?” he asked.I opened my mouth to respond, but before any words could come, Emma’s sharp voice sliced through the air.“Eric Griffith?” she called out. “As in… the Alpha’s son from New Moon?”“In the flesh,” Eric said, sweeping his blue-eyed gaze across the cheerleader. “Future warrior king, too. Don’t forget that part.”As Eric s