She couldn’t communicate…Communicate.There are other ways to do that.Quickly, I jumped to my feet and started looking around.I think hearing me fidget around her house made Evelyn come back out. She stared at me as I continued rummaging through some drawers and eventually found a pencil, and some old newspapers. That ought to do.I handed her the pencil and flipped through the newspaper to find some small free space where she could write.She stared at the pencil in my hand like I was trying to hand her a grenade."What?" I asked. "It's just a pencil, please take it, and write stuff out, what's wrong with you? You gotta tell us what happened to you out there." I tried to convince her while still holding out the pencil.Still, she refused to take it, just staring at me with a blank expression."Evelyn, the pencil is not gonna bite you, just take it. And here's some paper, you can write in the corner here. Please."Reluctantly, she took the pencil from my hand and together we talked

I quickly tidied up my room, put all the extra stuff away, and grabbed all the wrapping and my tea cup to put them away in the kitchen. I'd been so nervous I couldn't even finish my tea.I poured the rest out in the sink and threw the wrapping papers out.Damon had already taken the lead and was at the great hall, probably along with everyone else once I looked at the clock. 6:14pmI'm already fifteen minutes late.Skip the walk, I'll just take a car there.I arrived at the great hall, thank goodness, it didn't look like everyone was at a standstill and just waiting around for me.I parked a little way down since there were cars all over the place already and walked about five minutes to the hall entrance.The place was magnificent. It almost looked like something out of a fairytale. The grandeur of it all. And I was rightly mesmerized.I got in and was immediately found by Raven, who asked me what had kept me for so long. She called out to Mavis who was talking to a couple of chil

Marcus, formal as he is, was the first to step up to us."Alpha," he nodded at Damon who in turn gave a slight nod back. "Alpha," he nodded at me, which made me feel a bit weird, but in a good sorta way.It was now begining to register in with me, I was an Alpha. An actual Alpha.Woah."I pledge my loyalty to you both, as the moon is my witness, until my last breath." Marcus stated, his right fist on his chest, his head lowered.That got dark real quick.I smiled at him, not really knowing what to say to that and just said, "Thank you."Dropping his hand and lifting his head back up he took a step back. He stood there looking at us as though he was waiting for a command of some sort. Or to be dismissed? I sincerely hope not. I get that this is his job and everything and that he's still second in command even while he's asleep but that shouldn't mean he has to be in work mode 24/7. Come to think of it, does he even sleep?He doesn't live at the packhouse with the rest, he has his

Standing outside with Mavis and the rest, we were just having some fingerfood as we watched the night's festivities die down.There were even a couple of children lighting some firecrackers in the sand pit. That was something nice to look at.Darryl, who had already gotten fond of Mara, his supposed 'replacement' as he put it, was busy telling her a story about Ryan which, judging by the redness in his cheeks, was an embarrassing one. Mara just laughed while stealing glances at Ryan who was staring at this brother, probably willing him to evaporate. I glanced at Ryan again, hmm, more like disintegrate.I'm pretty sure I'd heard the story before since that was Darryl's favorite pass time, embarrassing his brother, and I caught a couple of snippets of the story here and there, but right now I was a little more focused on the conversation Mavis was having with Aliyah and Raven."Oh, so you're from Ohio?" Raven asked looking at Aliyah."No, not really, we lived there for a while, but we'

On our way home I noticed Damon in mind link mode a couple of times, I wondered if it was Marcus he was reaching out to. I really do hope he is okay, I thought to myself as I absentmindedly played with my crescent. Looking down and admiring the ever glowing crystal, I looked at the beautiful way the gold and silver looking chain was woven into itself and around the gemstone. I said silver looking, because it looked silver, but it didn't burn, so it can't be actual silver. I wonder what metal it was though, it had such a beautiful lustre to it, the gold part certainly was real gold, I guessed. I'd ask Damon once we were inside the house and he was mentally present again.As soon as I stepped into the house though, I forgot what I was about to say.Or more like it became completely irrelevant at the moment.Had something died in here?A foul smell, extremely foul instantly took a swig at my nose almost knocking me out.It somehow managed to smell like something rotten and burning met