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Greg watches as Warrick ushers Aria and Liam inside and I can hear the distant laughter of Ember and Milly as they run across the back yard, playing tag. When the door closes, he focuses his attention on me and studies my face for a long moment before taking my hand and tugging me along. I don’t ask him where we are going, content to just walk silently beside him enjoying the warmth of him. We walk and walk for a good ten minutes before Greg stops suddenly and turns to me. “Tell me what’s bothering you, Angel,” he says and watches me intently. I groan and drop my head into my hands. “Where do I even start!” I wail and then everything tumbles out of me. “I’ve been asleep for three freaking years, Greg! I lost three years of your life, the rest of my family’s life, Bren, Brandon, Gloria, Damien, Ember.” My voice cracks at the end when I say Ember’s name. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh,” Greg says, and pulls me into his arms and presses my head to his chest. I don’t fight him. I need the comfort o
--Warrick-- “I have a surprise for you,” I tell Divina and she looks up at me, her brow creasing slightly in confusion. “What, surprise?” she asks and looks around the front yard. Her eyes land on Greg standing on the porch by Aria and a huge grin spreads across his face and he waggles his eyebrows. Divina snorts at his antics and looks back at me. “Why is he acting like a goofball?” she asks, warily. Her eyes are wide, and she looks more innocent and beautiful than I have ever seen her. No makeup, the freckles that lightly dust her cheeks and nose on display for me to see, and her hair is starting to come loose from her hastily thrown back hair. I take her natural beauty in and am more determined to show her we could work. Ember and Milly come running around the corner of the house, shrieking in delight as one of the older pups chase them across the lawn. Divina’s face lights up as she watches Ember, and I can see the mother she will someday be, and I am more than ready to start
“Are you kidding me?! I can’t believe you are moving me halfway across the United States in the middle of my senior year!" My mom, or Rima as I call her, just dropped a bomb on me. "Rima! Why are you doing this to me?!" "Honey, just hear me out. I have been offered a wonderful opportunity and I can't pass it up. You know things haven't been easy since your dad passed away." Rima spoke quickly with her green eyes pleading with me. We looked a lot alike accept my eyes were a startling blue, like my father's, and my hair was a light blonde and fell to my waist. My mom's was a darker blonde and fell to her shoulders. Other than that I was my mother's mini me. We were both tall at 5' 8" and our skin was a nice golden tan in the summer. I have always hated it that people think we are sisters, but maybe I will be grateful for that when I am older. Who knows? I hate this. I don't w
Three weeks passed by faster than I could have imagined. I spent as much time as possible with Tia and packed the few things I would be taking with me. Tia and her family came by to see us off and as I hugged my best friend for what might be the last time, I didn't feel anything. I had tucked all my feelings away in a little box in my mind. For now, I wouldn’t feel. I would get through this long ass drive to Northern California and get settled in before I would reopen that box. I couldn’t afford to break down now and wouldn’t allow it in front of my mom. “Facetime me as soon as you get to your new house. I want to see it all!” Tia was putting on a brave face, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. “I love you, friend. Don’t forget me!” I smiled and said, "I will facetime you when we get settled.” ---- I was surprised when mom pulled into a decent hotel that first night. I tho
I looked out the windshield and my jaw dropped. The biggest, most luxurious cabin was sitting right before my eyes. “What is this place?!” I asked in awe. My mom stared at me for a long moment and finally answered me with her lips pressed in a thin line, “Your Grandpa calls it the Pack House.” Huh, that is a weird name for his house. “Is this Grandpa’s house? Why does he call it the Pack House?” “Yes, this is Grandpa’s house, but his close…. Umm business partners and their families live here too.” My mom was speaking slowly and carefully. “Umm, that’s weird. I have never heard of someone living with their business partners. Is that even normal?!” Before mom could answer, a bear of a man stepped out of the cabin and stood on the huge wrap around porch. He looked like a lumber jack with a red and black plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing his muscular forearms.
I soaked in the tub until my water started to get cold and then hurriedly washed my hair and body. I dried off with an oversized turquois towel, and quickly got dressed in a pair of black leggings and an oversized gray hoodie that said, “Not All Who Wander Are Lost.” I loved clothes with inspirational quotes on them! Once I was dressed, I pulled my towel off and hung it up on a hook in the bathroom and quickly French braid to the side so it fell over my shoulder and let some of the shorter strands in the front fall loose. Once my hair was decent, I found some cute gray flats in the walk-in closet and threw those on before heading out to the main part of the house. It was getting close to dinner time and the smell of roasted chicken cooking had my mouth watering. I was just about to step off the last step to the first floor when I heard a group of teenagers coming through the front door. I froze
Gloria pulled me up to the island in the kitchen and plopped down on a bar stool. She grabbed an apple and took a bite of it and chewed thoughtfully. Bren, Brandon, and Greg walked in and the boys also swiped an apple, taking huge bites. “So, if this isn’t Grandpa Adrian’s house then who’s house is it?” I asked quietly. Bren spoke up quickly shooting a glare at Gloria telling her to keep her mouth shut. It’s our Dad’s house, Zane. He is your mom’s brother so, I guess that makes us cousins.” She offered a small smile. Her eyes looked sad as she looked at me. “What about your mom, what’s her name?” I asked softly. I was afraid their mom was a topic that was off limits, but to my relief, Bren smiled widely and said, “Oh, you’ll meet her and Dad soon. They have been traveling for a bit so Grandpa and Grandma have been filling in and making sure things are running smoothly.” “Where’s Grandma?”
Grandpa Adrian cleared his throat and took a drink of his water. “Divina, how much do you know about the supernatural?” “Umm, do you mean like sci-fi or fantasy novels?” I asked confused. “No, I mean real life?” he said. I looked at Grandpa Adrian and then at every person at the table. Most were just watching me carefully, like I might bolt from the room, but Gloria was beside herself. She squealed and grabbed her hair kicking her feet on the ground. “I can’t take it anymore! Divina, you come from a long line of werewolves, your Grandpa and Grandma are werewolves, your mom’s a werewolf, your dad, well he was human, but the rest of us are all werewolves!” She puffed out her cheeks and let out a long breath. "Ow! Bren, that hurt!" Bren had kicked Gloria in the shin under the table and was glaring at her. I stared at her and then burst out laughing hysterically. “Oh, you had