Sarah POV Ever since I adopted my daughter, I've been in a non-stop battle, constantly updating my adoption papers to prove I can offer a stable upbringing. Here's the kicker: I'm a human living in a werewolf society, a young, single mother. And my daughter? She's a werewolf cub. After years of

Zane POV I confess I rarely have time for humans, though I wish them no ill will, but the need to protect Ella’s maid from what were obviously false accusations propelled me into the kitchen. Standing beside her, I could easily smell her fear and the cleaning solutions she had been using, even a wh

Sarah POV I had the suspicion Mr. Cavendish wanted something stronger than the water he ordered from his housekeeper, Ms. Liesel, after we had all sat down in the living room and tried to adjust to this new life. In the car, I had made a great effort to quietly, firmly, and consistently lay out wh

It was still dark out when someone knocked on the door. My first thought was that my visitor would wake Chloe up, so I slid quietly out of bed and padded to the door with a frown. Grace was standing there with her pillow, wanting to sleep in my bed. I would have been able to say no, but then Chloe

There was suddenly a handkerchief in front of me, and I took it without thinking. “Wipe your tears before the girls see,” he said somewhat coldly. I dabbed my nose and wiped my cheeks and eyes with the silver-black square, thinking the handkerchief matched its owner: expensive and unexpressive. “