Ella Cora and Roger stay in the meeting room for a little breakfast as Henry escorts Sarah and Jessica from the room, wheeling beside them as they discuss some preliminary plans for Jessica’s schooling and Sarah’s own desires and ideas about her future life. I smile as Sinclair and I walk slowly

Ella I’m quite tired when evening approaches in the refugee camp and Cora comes to my side, placing a hand on my back and telling me that we should probably head home. I sigh, looking around, knowing that I can do more but… “I get it, Ells,” she says, looking around with me. “But there’s on

Ella “Cora,” I scold, frowning, “you know I don’t’ feel that way –“ “Well I know you’d never say it,” she protests, sighing. “But I do get that this union between a wolf and a human – that, symbolically, it’s important. And even if you’re not disappointed that it could be…disappointing.”

Cora “Ella,” I sigh, turning to my sister, who is standing behind me with her hands clutched together, tears rimming her eyes, not breathing because she’s trying so hard not to burst into tears – “You look so beautiful!” she squeaks, and I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a little

Cora As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps – will you forgive me? I b