#Chapter 43- Where is She

Kingston I had never imagined myself standing in a boutique tucked inside a back alley of the werewolf quarter, cradling a small velvet box like it contained the moon itself. The jeweler, a stooped old human, had nodded when I told him what I wanted: something worthy of a woman who doesn’t know how worthy she is. The ring he created wasn’t gaudy. It was simple, elegant. A pale silver band, delicately shaped like intertwining vines, with a single opal in the center that shimmered in refracted rainbows when it was in certain lights. I knew in an instant that she would love it. I stared at it now, the box heavy in my coat pocket as I walked briskly toward the office. Quietly, to myself, I admitted the truth I had been wrestling with since we had last spent the night together. I was in love. In love with a woman who challenged me, grounded me, and peeled back layers I didn’t know I had. A woman whose strength equaled my own. Cora. She might have been on the lookout