When we get back to the packhouse, I rush to take Cara from Calista. Maybe it’s true what they say, that I just needed to relax. Or maybe I just needed my mate, but whatever it is, everything finally begins to connect between me and Cara and I can finally just enjoy my daughter. Clint and I get bac
My girls are the highlight of my life. There is nothing better than having the two of them in my arms together. Some nights, like tonight, I come into our room and my mate and my daughter are on the floor playing together. They are playing with blocks and building what looks like a packhouse and pa
One night, not long after Cara’s 5th birthday, I’m in our room, cleaning up while Donovan takes Cara for a run. Suddenly, I feel a presence and I whip around, ready to fight, my claws coming out. As soon as I see the woman, I gasp and my claws recede. She’s beautiful, almost glowing. She’s wearing
“He will be injured.” I cut her off. “He can survive anything. He’s so strong. So much stronger than I am. He will be okay.” “Are you sure Lily? It means you will never be able to hold your daughter again.” She says to me kindly. “Maybe it makes me selfish, but without Clint, I wouldn’t survive,
When the call came out, I realized Lily and I would once again be separated. I hate when we’re separated. It’s easier for me to fight when she’s by my side. But Calista and Rik were exposed and away from Anders. He couldn’t get to them. When Donovan got to Anders, he was fighting off eight wolves at
“I know, and I don’t want to be away from you. But I’ll always be here, in your heart.” She puts her hand on my heart. “Whenever you miss me, think of all the wonderful times we had together, think of all the beautiful memories we shared. Tell those stories to Cara. Tell her of the beautiful romance
I wake up in a beautiful meadow. It feels like spring. The air is warm, but not hot. There’s a stream gurgling nearby and birds are singing all around me. I sit up, looking around. ‘Andra?’ My head is empty. Andra is gone. Is this death? I’m in a beautiful place, but I’m alone? “Andra!” I yell,
As Anders finishes his speech, his voice breaking, he stands to light the pyre holding my physical body. I walk to Clint, putting my hand on his shoulder, Andra walks beside his wheelchair and leans against him, both of us lending him what strength we can. As the fire burns, everyone begins to move