The house was unusually quiet, as if silence could somehow shield them from what lay ahead.
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the floor. But there was nothing soft about the atmosphere in Crystal's home.
Crystal sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her robe. She hadn't slept much.
Ryder's declaration echoed through her bones. "Mate". He had said it with such certainty and power.
Sarah moved about the kitchen, her hands trembling slightly as she arranged cups on the table while fussing over unnecessary details.
The clink of ceramic on wood was too sharp, too loud.
Edwin stood by the window, his eyes fixed outside while nursing a cup of coffee
His features were calm but his thoughts ran deep - sha
