“Because they’re attacking me, Victor,” Amelia shouts, frustrated, angry tears filling her eyes. “You get to be the big bad Alpha, with his wife and his side piece, but I’m the one who everyone is laughing at!” “Don’t pretend you’re so innocent, Amelia,” Victor says, standing up from the table and
The Kindergarten classroom is a whirl of activity and, frankly, I welcome it. We’ve all been cooped up in Victor’s house for a week, keeping the boys home from school, but finally the media outlets have relented, turning their attention to more interesting subjects. Or, at least subjects who were wi
When I get to the auditorium, I peek through the red burgundy curtain out at the crowds. Most of the children at the twins school are human, with human parents, so I scent the air quickly, seeing if I can detect any wolf’s presence in the room… No, no hint of his cold tobacco and whiskey smell. But
I smile and nod at him, understanding. Part of me feels the same way. He holds my eyes, smiling at me, and I almost blush at the love I see on his face. “Do you think you’ll ever want more kids?” he asks. I sit back in my chair, surprised by the question. “Um,” I say, considering it. “I don’t know!
“I’m hoooome!,” Amelia sings as she breezes through the door. It’s late, nearly 10 o’clock. She stops, suddenly, in the foyer, looking around at her house. It’s an absolute wreck. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “What happened.” There are toys, clothes, nerf darts and discarded plastic weapons all over
“I didn’t mean it,” Amelia gasps, looking down at Ian and tugging his arm to pull him to his feet. “Owwww!” Ian shouts, howling even louder. “Just leave him!” Victor says, shooting her a dirty look and crouching down beside his boy. “Are you okay, Ian?” “My shoulder,” Ian sniffs, “it really hurts
Laughing, Victor heads out the door. He walks down to the pool, letting the cool air and the whiskey do their work on his nerves. The more time I spend with Amelia and the boys, Victor thinks, the more I realize that this is just… not her world. He shakes his head, wondering. When he first met Am
Victor looks out the kitchen window, staring across the back yard, beyond the pool, towards the trees that separate his house from the cottage out back. Winter is starting to take its grip on the landscape, stripping the trees of their brown leaves so that, day by day, a little bit more of the cotta