Chapter 327 – Back to the Real World

Ella

I’m sitting anxiously by Rafe’s basinet, watching him sleep, while my mind wanders impatiently

elsewhere. It’s been twenty–four hours since we heard from Cora and Roger and I feel, just a tiny

little bit, that every passing minute is a knife in my heart.

Where is my sister? I wonder to myself, sighing as I look down at my baby and honestly barely

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It’s okay, my wolf says to me, rubbing her body warmly against my poor aching heart, nuzzling

me with her snout. Roger will take care of her – I know it. He can’t not.

But what if he couldn’t, I think anxiously, my mind turning inevitably to that freak storm that

they hit – the storm which separated them from their guards, which seemed….just, too precise.

Too convenient. To perfect to be coincidence. What if the cult trapped them? And hurt them both?

I wail, inwardly, my wolf giving in a little and sitting back on her haunches to raise her nose to the

sky and howl a little along with me. She still believes, but she’s overwhelmed, a little, by my

despair, even though inwardly she keeps the faith.

“Ella!” I hear Sinclair shout from downstairs. I jump a little, turning towards the door, but I freeze,

not allowing myself to hope. If it was bad news – he wouldn’t be shouting from downstairs –

But something very urgent could be happening so he can’t come up –

“Ella!” he calls again. “Come down! There’s a car in the drive!”

I gasp, leaning down to quickly scoop Rafe up into my arms. He gives a little half–hearted cry of

protest and I know that I should leave him here to sleep more – but damn it, with the cult out

there looking for him, there’s no way I’m leaving him out of one of his parents‘ sight for an instant.

Not until I know he’s safe.

room and pound down the stairs, looking anxiously into my mate’s

a hand raised to take mine. I slip my hand into his

“Is it

say anything and I realize that he doesn’t

we both stride to

sinking against Sinclair

her and saying a

I cry, tears filling my eyes as

arm around her neck. Cora takes too steadying steps backwards at the force of me, but wraps her arms around

baby,”

I have my sister back, safe. “Where were you?” I

of course – I

phones died,” Cora says, shrugging at me. “We were in the storm for

didn’t have a charger?”

plan to

cord in the

wasn’t one –”

have stopped,” I cry, “at a gas station

stepping forward and looking into my

know you were so worried. We were fine. –

the way home, we just wanted to get

little and wiping my angry

“I can’t lose you, Cora. I was worried I

around me. “I’m sorry, Ella,”

“You’re right we should

It’s our fault. We were…” she hesitates

at me and sinking his

between the two of

Cora blushes –

Blushes?!

My mouth drops open.

little at Roger, explains. “The storm was bad – we stopped…at a little motel. Just to weather it

sitting here, for hours, worried to death, and

sometime, Ella,” Roger quips, and when I turn to him I see that he’s smirking at me again. “There’s nothing ‘ew‘

say, suddenly realizing the implications of this. “Oh my god,” I repeat, taking a step forward to shove Roger for his comment for good measure and then

awe.

together,” Roger says smoothly, ignoring my little

Cora to take her

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