Lyla
Today was the day the Hollow Kin was arriving. It had taken almost three days of Elias being constantly on the phone—one minute trying to convince the council, the next minute trying to convince Ramsey and me. After a whole lot of back and forth, arguments, and what I suspected were some very colourful threats from both sides, the Hollow Kin had finally decided to come here.
I popped another slice of orange into my mouth and sighed with satisfaction.
Today, I woke up craving oranges. Not just wanted them, I needed them in the way a werewolf needed the moon. My fingers were sticky, my lips wet with the juice. Nanny sat across from me, diligently peeling the next orange as if it were some sacred offering.
"You know," I said, popping another orange segment into my mouth, "I think the babies are trying to tell me something with these cravings. Yesterday, it was pickles and ice cream; today, it's oranges. Tomorrow it'll probably be something equally random."
