#Chapter 328 – 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

seeing him. 1

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.

I dash out of the room and pound down the stairs, looking anxiously into my mate’s face as he

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

leaving his. “Is it “I

say anything and I realize that he doesn’t know he came to

to the front door, which Sinclair throws open.

sinking against Sinclair

I can see Roger, turning towards her and saying a few words

my eyes

throw myself at her, tossing my arm around her neck. Cora takes too steadying steps backwards at the force of me, but wraps her arms around me nonetheless. “Easy, sis!” she says, still laughing

I mutter,

my sister, but well, in this moment, all I care about is that I have my sister back, safe. “Where were you?” I demand, stepping back and wiping at my

at all, of course –

were in the storm

a charger?”

didn’t plan to stay so

in the car?”

there wasn’t one

have stopped,” I cry, “at a gas

and looking into my eyes

didn’t know you were so worried. We were fine. – we

way home, we just wanted to get here quickly.

little and wiping my angry tears of relief away from

lose you, Cora. I was worried I did.”

she says, putting a warm arm around me. “I’m sorry, Ella,” she says, as

we should have called, or texted, or sent a smoke

she hesitates here, but Roger finishes for

he says, smirking smugly at me and sinking

between the two of them.

Cora blushes –

Blushes?!

drops

at Roger, explains. “The storm was bad – we stopped…at a little motel. Just to weather it out.” She doesn’t say anything else but the big smile that creeps

ew!” I shout, shoving her a little. “I’m sitting here, for hours, worried to death, and you’re out there having motel sex!?”

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

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 turning to Cora. “Does this mean – are you two –” I’m unable to

awe.

together,” Roger says smoothly, ignoring my little shove and

and Cora to take her hand.

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