My baby is back, and my gorgeous, wonderful Alpha has a huge smile on his face. I am so blessed by the Goddess. I still have two babies out there missing, but I have no doubt that my Alphas will bring them back to me.Right now, I have to focus on the two that I do have. Poor little Matthew is so hu
*Eli* Life was bad enough when it was just my sister missing. Now, my sister and my son are gone, and I am frantically searching through trains for little bundles of joy wrapped in blue–or pink since Tristan’s daughter is still missing–but I’m coming up empty handed. What’s more, everything I’ve h
It’s sort of like my sister. I know she’s in distress, and I hate that I can’t get to her myself. I have Trevor and some others looking for her still, but it’s not me searching. Yet, I know that Kelly is still alive. I can feel her life force out there in the world. If it went out, I would feel it.
*Retta* Wow, it sure is hard work being a mom. Astrid seems to be crying all the time, and I don’t know what she wants. I’ve been giving her formula and following the directions on the can, and then I change her diaper for what seems like a hundred times a day, and she still cries. I’m doing it ag
It seems to take forever to walk to a better neighborhood, but it’s worth it because there’s a nice park with some benches and play equipment. “I guess you’re a little young for that,” I say to Astrid. “But maybe we can stop for a rest at least.” I lay out her blanket on the grass, and she blinks a
*Eli*The maid hasn’t tried to keep me out since I heard the baby crying. She’d said, “One moment, sir,” and then rushed off. I come into the living room, trying to wait patiently by the door while I listen to her speaking to someone in the background.Most of me wants to tear through the house, kno
*Tristan* I’m in the middle of Paradise Village, and I’m getting more than impatient. The mayor was nice enough to greet me personally as I got to the town’s train station, but now we’re stuck here waiting for a train station worker while he looks through his computer for recent arrivals. I don’t
I even pictured myself escorting her down the aisle at her wedding. Those dangling curls would be long by then, framing her face and falling all the way down her back, lying against the dress she’d chosen for her special day. She’d look at me before we stepped forward and ask me if I had any last-mi