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Chapter 22 – Walter POV

There weren't many people on this island, and as such, everyone knew each other’s business, it was a very close-knit group, we had to be. There were different chores that each family was given, working together as a whole is how things were able to remain livable. But as chores were shared so was personal business. The people here, wanted order and balance, to return things to what they were supposed to be. The wanted the Royals, they wanted helpful Elders and they wanted beliefs to be reestablished.



“You weren’t lying were you?” Lux asks as we walk slowly – my weakness keeping us – but he asks because everyone here found my rejecting my mate going against the way we were meant to live. Glares from people as I walked near them, ‘rejected his own gift.’ Not all said anything to me, and Lux was one of those that didn’t but there was no way I would even give that question a response. “Have you seen her?” I asked instead, “my Nora?”



“No I met Luna at the door.”



Pushing past the brush, I went over the large fallen trunk, “Nora is on the second floor, first door on the right.”



I didn’t look back at Lux or even thank him, just took step after step in the direction of my mate, Nora for some short months had become my whole life while I was studying in London, and in that time I was the happiest I had ever been in my own life. I found purpose and love, a sense of belonging that I hadn’t experienced anywhere else, but just as I had it; I was ripped away from it. Some days wondering if I had imagined the whole thing, meeting her, loving her, and just like the camera I once own, I would have to imagine snap shots, different pieces of the whole.



I stopped when I entered the kitchen, I hadn’t asked how the Luna came across my Nora, and she wasn’t the troublesome type so how? As far as we all knew the Luna came from California, where did she come across my mate? What as Nora doing in California? Was she searching for me? Was she running from her father? I hadn’t learned much but by the time I as taken I did know that she was running from him. I couldn’t understand what type of man could enforce the type of fear my Nora had, especially when I entered her flat for the first time. A loft, larger than the place that Andrew and I were renting, we were bringing Nora home after she was attacked, from her shopping patterns I had guessed that she lived frugally, but the loft clued me in and confused me all at the same time.



Empty. There was no furniture, only the suitcase I saw her come with, and a sleeping bag, and music books scattered near a lamp and the sleeping bag. Playing it off, Andrew and I lowered Nora carefully to the floor, not mentioning her total lack of any and all furniture, but when we went to her fridge, that was when I really had to bite my lip to prevent myself from scolding her on her total lack of supplies. One box of crackers, half an orange, three cans of beef soup, four bags of chips – that I know she bought from the shop – and one bottle of milk and another of juice. In all the time I had her, I never sensed her being hungry, but after three or four weeks on the island I felt it, ate for days until I realized that it was Nora that was hungry.



Go to mate! My wolf murmured, weak but bringing me back, slowly I climbed the stairs stopping twice for breath, before continuing, until I was four steps from the top, and her scent was coating over me, the walls covered in vanilla, mint and lilac. A smile on my face, I go to knock on the door, but drop my hand, what if she thinks I left her? And the smile vanishes.



As though in slow motion the door before me slowly opens and reveals my Nora, my much thinner than I remember Nora, but as I inspect her body, she did mine, and the horror in her eyes were clear to see.



“What – how – what happened to you?” she said in worry, but her accent so thick, thicker than I had remembered on a good day, brought tears to my eyes. I was hearing her, really truly hearing my Nora, I breathed in shakily, “Are you ill Walter?” concern in her voice, I shook my head, the action making me dizzy, her scent overwhelming my senses, “You’re here,” I cried, not caring that there was so much desperation in my words that I sounded weak – that was okay – because Nora was my weakness, but strengthened me at the same time.



“I – I thought you were gone, d – dead,” eyes welled, I took a step towards her, shaky scared hands afraid of her rebuff, lifted to the side of her alabaster face skin tone, her hazel eyes beautiful, more so that I remembered and imagined.



“I’m so sorry, I never chose to leave you, I was taken, and I couldn’t come back,” I said pleading my case before I was even fully in the room, “I worried about you, could feel you suffering but I couldn’t – I didn’t, I’m just so – so happy that you’re here with me,” her eyes gazed into mine, mate is changed, Zed said and I sniffed again, surely he was wrong. My eyes swept over her body when I took in the enhanced shifter scent rolling off her body, her bare arms, nothing a miss, new scratches I hadn’t remembered, but her scent had been changed but I couldn’t put my finger on it. My senses were much too weak.



My hands had their own plans, coasting softly up her arms, against her silky skin, over her shirt to pull it aside, her body shivering involuntarily, as I touched my mark, her breathing changing, shallow, her eyes dilated, but there is confusion there, swirling in the building lust, her forehead scrunched together in question, “sorry,” I murmur taking a step inside, Nora takes one back, but not enough to get away from me, just enough to let me enter the home the Luna has provided her. I want to look around, scour her home now, see if it what she deserves, because in my eyes she deserves the world, but I can’t look away for a second to do that.



“You’re really here,” Nora whispers still in disbelief, but her heart pounds loudly, and her lips crash against mine unexpectedly, welcomed, needed and treasured. Sweet.



Her lips molding to mine – better than any dream I conjured – slowly, unsure but only for a minute. My mind is consumed only by her, pulling her body against mine, hearts pounding, beating crazily at finally being reunited with their other halves. So many unanswered questions, things I’ll want her to tell me, days I remembered being so afraid, crippled by fear – hers – I couldn’t move without throwing up, I want to know what happened. Days I was so hungry that I ate until I was sick, but still felt hungry, I want to hear about those days – if she wants to tell me. I want to know about everything I missed, but first I hold her with all I have, tight never wanting to let go, our lips dancing, and the colors come back. Dancing behind my eyes, the colors I have yearned for are released where they were trapped inside my head, Nora the key. A fire burns inside my chest, raging and she returns that passion, in the delicate kiss, words unsaid understood, passed in a secret code only we know.



My forehead against hers, “Mama – Tia waked up,” a small voice says and its as though Nora and I have been dashed, drenched with a bucket of ice cold water, the slow urgency in her lips gone, my eyes open as I scan the room – finally – and see the small voice belongs to a young child, my hands on her side, once grasping her to me falls to my sides, limply. As I stare at the little girl, in pink and light green pajamas her eyes filled with sleep and pouty lips, it takes my breath away, her messy head of curls and thick lashes catapults my mind back to April 11th 2012, the pain I felt while walking on the beach. Unexplainable, they started off small, at first it thought they were the same hunger cramps I had been feeling, until I couldn’t walk, couldn’t crawl, the pain so overpowering I fell to my knees and passed out.



The little child, two years old, nearly three years old, she’s mine – sweet chubby cheeks – clear blue eyes, the shape – almond like – exactly like my mothers, I try to find what of this little girl is my Nora. It seems like hours pass where I just stare at this little girl, my little girl, Nora takes a step away from me, turning to face the child, I can feel her eyes on me, and then back to the little girl and then I see it. The part of her that’s Nora, her tiny little face scrunches together, as she notices me, trying to place me as someone she’s knows, that face, that exact moment, the facial expression, is all Nora.



My eyes well with water, and the little girl, she called herself something. Tia – Tia – her lips start to tremble her own eyes wet and her thick lashes fan her cheek as she blinks, Nora leaves me standing, frozen in my spot, different emotions tackle me all at once, worry, sadness, confusion, happiness, surprise, fear and then I’m done for when I see another little cherubic face baby come up sleepy, behind Tia. Shaking; I feel my wolf stronger than ever before, back with a force and filled with rage, when I look at the little boy, my little boy. Tears running down my face, but the anger is building, coursing, boiling inside me, days and days of fear, that I couldn’t understand, makes perfect sense. Nora was always fearful, since the moment I met her, but after April 11th 2012, that fear seemed to be multiplied, so great that it caused me panic attacks. Nora had more to be fearful for, two little children.



The hunger pains I felt, making more sense, but fueling the fire inside me, the craving of vengeance skyrocketing to levels I have never felt before. I had seen babies on this island, I’d seen a baby that was a few months older than my children, and when I compared them in stature, I realized that not only was Nora unhealthy skinny, but for their age, my children, were small. Smaller than normal. My wolf raged inside me, angrily craving blood, the little girl still stared at me, crying, and Nora hissed in my direction, “you’re frightening her,” she said so low, but it was enough for me to fight for control from Zed. To take a breath and realize that I was making Tia afraid of me, my vision cleared, the red cover just danced around the edge.



“He,” my little mini-me pointed in my direction, the same perplexed look of his sister, “You remember him don’t you Cole, from the pictures?” she spoke in full sentences, lifting Tia to her side, taking Coles hand and leading him to the settee. I didn’t move from my spot, not sure I was intruding or wanting to scare them, but my eyes zoned in on the familiar camera bag on the coffee table, Nora pulled Cole up onto the sofa, then retrieved my camera.



“See, it’s him,” she said showing them each, then pointing to me, and I wondered if their brains could understand, could they fully grasp that I was the man in the picture on the screen? Were they wondering how I got from the screen to in this room? Did they think that the man in the camera was another man than me? I wouldn’t blame them… I looked nothing like I did before in those pictures. I was a happy man in them. I had just found my mate. Found my life source. I was healthy, happy and in love in those pictures. Now – now – I was furious.



“See, it’s daddy,” Nora whispered to the kids, pointing to me, then taping on the screen, and I released an anguished sob, taking a step back my hand searched blindly for the door knob behind me, jerking it open I stumbled out backwards. Closing the door behind me, I stumbled down the steps, brushing past lord only knows who, my anger was over flowing as I thought of how much love Nora used in her tone, trying to tell my children – twins – that I was their father. Dripping of love and adoration, but each drop of love, only fueled my anger.

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Chelsea POV

I had been changed, it was subtle but I could see it, feel it, the instinct to remove myself from problems, issues that have nothing to do with me was gone. With it was the instinct to give people the benefit of the doubt, Francesca… Mylene… Rian… Amara… I couldn’t kill Lynn point blank, but I could remove her wolf, make her easier to track, because she clearly wasn’t all there. Giving her extra enhanced senses or in my case letting her keep those senses would be foolish of me, and I was tired of being one step behind.



Before I could recover from the shock of taking her wolf, Mr. Hellmann, Lynns’ father was charging towards me in anger. Throwing my head back, I released a loud feral growl, my body shaking, as Mr. Hellmann swung his right fist towards me, my hand catching and snapping his wrist backwards, the snap not stopping me, “Stop!” I shouted, halting his movement, my hands going to the side of his head. The process wired into me on instinct, I pulled his wolf spirit out of his body, the energy, entering my body, pulsing through my veins. Mr. Hellmann in front of me, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the door flew of the hinges, he collapsed to his knees. With a broke wrist he couldn’t fight me off, to my right, I expected Gabriel to be here, but Walter, with pitch black eyes stormed inside, his eyes wild, I pulled my hands from Mr. Hellmann.



Mrs. Rykos – everyone unsure of where to keep their eyes in the midst of the chaos, but she found her son, but Walter, was focused on his father, charging him as Mr. Hellmann did me. Taking a step back from everyone, Chelsea? Gabriel called to me frantically over the link before barging into the room with Jack and Lux trailing him.



“What did you do Luna?” Lux asked, I had to chuckle, only he could ask something so insulting with the right amount of respect, before I could answer, Walter lifted his fist striking his father, taking him down with that one hit, but he didn’t stop. Mrs. Rykos tried pulling her son from his father but he pushed her backwards with so much force that she hit the wall with a thud falling against it.



“She hurt my daughter and my husband, my wolf – we can’t feel our mate,” Mrs. Hellmann blabbered towards Lux.



“Jack, pull him off his father,” I ordered because Walter wasn’t himself, turning to Mrs. Hellmann, “Lux isn’t my keeper, your husband paid for someone to be murdered and you can’t feel your mate because I took away their wolves. She” I pointed to Lynn, “Showed no empathy or feels remorse to the fact that her heart was bought. Someone was killed so that she could live, and the only thing she could ask me was if she would get another mate,” I spat angrily, pulling away from Gabriel I went to Mr. Hellmann, taking his right hand and crushing it, dropping it to the ground I stomped on it, “You’re lucky I don’t let Gabriel kill you for trying to lift your hand against me,” I said while he roared out in pain.



“Let me go,” Walter was shouting against Jack and Lux, his siblings watching him in shock, but I just went to Gabriel. “If you even try to attack him again,” Jack answered him, “Let me go, I just want to get my shit and leave,” Walter struggled, and when Jack let him go, he did as he said he would, bolting up the stairs.



“What – what the hell?” Mr. Rykos stood, shakily spitting blood into a napkin, his eldest son handed him. “When will you give him back his wolf?” Mrs. Hellman asked indignantly. Gabriel growled at her tone and obvious disrespect, “He doesn’t have one, neither of them do, and they won’t get one again,” I replied using my Alpha tone, she tilted her head to the side in submission, gritting her teeth but unable to reject my authority. Have to be one she chooses to keep close, someone thought, I kept my face blank but tried to sort out the different thoughts and their owners when I heard that until I realized it was Jax Hellmann.



“I left you for 20 minutes, less than that,” Lux said surveying the room in disbelief, but I just shrugged, “he killed someone so his daughter could get a heart. She died and he brought her back somehow, using some sort of black magic, you know that happens when that is used, she is evil, and I took away her wolf. Then Mr. Hellmann tried to attack me, so I took his wolf away as well. End of story.” Gabriel was busy growling at Mr. Hellmann, turning to him I smiled, “Don’t worry, I handled him nicely,” I said to calm his wolf down, watching his black eyes turn to warring greens.



“Yeah but what did you do to our brother? He came in here fuming, then started wailing on our dad,” Theo Rykos asked. His eyes going to the ruckus upstairs that his little brother was causing, “it isn’t what I did, so much as what your father did, I told you – he took your brother’s freewill away without asking questions – what he took from your brother, Walter will never be able to get that back-” I stopped with the explanation when I heard Walter coming down the stairs. He appeared with two pillowcases filled over his shoulder, tears in his eyes, “Did you know?” he asked his already healing father coldly.



“I didn’t know you had a mate…” Mr. Rykos murmured, “to be fair you never mentioned a single thing to us, I’m a father, one day, when you-” it happened so fast that Mr. Rykos was stumbling back before Jack could even pull Walter away from his father.



“I became a father on April 11th 2012,” Mrs. Rykos eyes darted to mine, but Walter continued, “and I will never do to my son, what you’ve done to me. I will never-” he shouted but his eyes were wet, “I’ve been living in misery because of your decisions,” he shook his head, picking up his two filled pillow cases, hunched he walked towards Gabriel and I turning to face the room.



“If any of you,” Walter said but he was staring at Lynn, “come near us – near my family, the Luna won’t kill you, but I will,” the conviction in his voice undoubtable. I glanced at his eyes, and could tell it was his wolf speaking. He glanced at his father, and with what little fight Walter had left, not his wolf, “You are dead to me Tom,” he said with no emotion walking out the door, back to mate, he thought ready to make the mile long trek.



I sighed, the whole room turning to face me, “Thank you for lunch,” I told Mrs. Rykos, Lux snorted before looking away.



“Honestly I’m hoping that the rest of the families on this island are worthy of being here because so far, your two families aren’t setting the best precedence. I’d like to believe that my father was able to bring those that were worthy of being here, here,” I shrugged. “As for your family in particular, Mr. and Mrs. Hellmann, your home is a mile away from mine, you will refrain from stepping one foot closer than a mile to my home. If one of my people so much as see you come closer than a mile, they will have my authority to kill you on sight-”



“The river is a quarter of a mile in from here,” Jenny Hellmann said shocked, “Well then you won’t be seen near that river now will you,” I answered.



“You just got here and now you’re saying where we can or can’t go?” one of the younger Hellmanns said.



“I could kill you now if you feel like you can’t follow a simple rule like the one the Luna has given you,” Lux finally spoke up, the man trying to hide his laughter gone, in his place a serious soldier. Him I like… Gabriel thought pleased.



“Lets go,” Gabriel said turning to leave, before we made it down the steps Mrs. Rykos called after me, “Luna…” turning she seemed twitchy, “I’m – I’m a grandma?” she said with such hope and sadness, for a moment I could tell she regretted the decisions that they made.



“Not according to Walter, Mrs. Rykos…” and with that I left, Jack following Gabriel and I but I didn’t stop listening to the thoughts and when I heard Mrs. Hellmann think, I can change him, I stopped abruptly. Doesn’t she know that no one can change a human to a wolf? Well besides me?



They have been on this island very long, unaware of the outside world, when she was in the real world anyone could change a human, third wolf answered.



Then why did Mr. Hellmann buy a heart – I stopped that thought before it could finish, because for a child that had the gene to shift, it was problematic if they were changed by a forced bite. I knew that, what’s wrong? Both Jack and Gabriel asked, Mrs. Hellmann is going to bite her husband in an attempt to change him,their eyes widened, but Gabriel glanced back with a sick smirk on his face.



If she wants to help us get rid of him then more power to her, he shrugged, but Jack said nothing. When we were crossing that river Jenny mentioned Jack finally mind linked me, I’ve spoken to McKenna… we were wondering if now were a good time for you to change her? He asked straightforward but there was also understanding, which was one thing I truly respected the hell out of Jack for. In fact all his brothers, Violet and the others as well. They knew I was capable of doing certain things, but they seemed to also have this respect in me and my opinion. Never demanding anything of me, just supporting me unconditionally, and always unwaveringly.



“It would be my pleasure Jack,” I said the words, they deserved to be said out loud, after all and my mind already there on things I have to do, I took the path to head on over to where the Lawson’s were staying, Casey bring me one of my blood bags and syringe to the Lawson’s place.



“What’s going on?” Gabriel asked in confusion, “I need to speak with Grant, figured you might want to be there and Jack I think I need you there,” I continued leaving it at that, and by the time we arrived Casey was waiting against a tree for us.



Seeing our approach, Julia opened the door, eyeing the bag of blood in Casey’s hand, “I’m actually here to fix Grant’s infertility issue,” I said straight to the point, Julia threw her head back laughing, “No!” Gabriel snapped pulling his hand form mine, but that only made Julia laugh harder, “Gabriel, if you think it’s – it’s awkward for you, think about the fact that she looks like his niece,” she chortled.



“Babe…” Grant called from the second floor, peering out and coming down when he saw us, “Perfect Chelsea is here to fix the infer-” she didn’t finish just eyed his lower area with a knowing look, the grimace on his face, priceless.



“Already?” he said in a whine type voice, reminding me of children on television who pout when they hear they’re going to get a shot, “Don’t you need to study my medical history…” I squinted my eyes, “I knew about your infertility problem and brought it up to you, how’d you figure I knew about it?”



He didn’t answer, and Gabriel wasn’t happy but for nearly 45 minutes, I worked with Jack on Grant, Julia and Gabriel – growling unhappily – making things go by half tense and filled with humor. When we were done Gabriel dragged me back to our room to make sure that he was the only scent on me, twice.

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Oakley POV

After changing to a swimsuit and shorts, I followed Ben on the path leading towards the beach with the ipad Chelsea placed inside my basket; the path clear but still we took our time, but as we got closer to the salty seawater, a strange scent invaded my sense of smell. At that precise moment, the thoughts that had kept me confused about my feelings left the forefront of my mind; I could only concentrate on the sandalwood and citrusy aroma then. Unaware of the ground and its state, my nose in the air, I tripped, stumbled catching myself with my palms, before injuring myself anymore than I already had. Surprisingly, as I stared at my hands, the small scrape on my left palm begun healing on its own, a tingle shooting down my arm. Are we doing that? I asked my wolf thinking of the science – if you could call it that – that was occurring to speed up my recovery. In theory if Lux was right and I could manipulate electricity then I was currently using my gift to quicken my system to repair the damaged cells – basically regeneration.



Then my mind so deep in thought, was pulled away once again when the scent came forth with the wind, my nose in the air again, “Oak, are you okay?” Ben asked worried from his spot twenty or so steps ahead of me, I nodded dumbly, “Just tripped, go on,” I said to him knowing he was excited when he saw that a group of kids, seventeen of them were on the beach playing volleyball. Based on size alone I could tell that at least six of them were around his age, the facial hair on three of the guys told me some were older.



My mind went back to the scent, the citrusy one, I couldn’t quite place it and I still couldn’t find anything around me that would give off that tang. Picking up the fallen ipad, I inspected it, hoping I hadn’t already broken the thing and was glad to see I hadn’t. Walking again I began examining the trees and brush around me, maybe the citrusy scent was around and I had never seen the fruit giving it off. It wasn’t quite like oranges, the fragrance for that was a bit off. Just before we broke through the brush, I called out to Ben, “Do you smell something fruity?” I asked him when he turned to face me.



“What?” he said blankly smelling the air around him, shaking his head, but the noisy kids behind him caught his attention once again, like the scent had mine.



When we finally hit sand, Ben always the more sociable one, walked right over to the group of children, “Can I play?” I listened to him ask, hanging back finding a nice spot to watch, but there wasn’t much shade and the further from the bushes I went the fainter the scent became, “I’m Ben,” – “how old are you?” I heard them all asking different questions, which Ben was only too eager to answer.



Expecting the group to continue their game, I was disappointed that they paused coming over, Ben running ahead, “They wanted to come meet you, some of them are my age,” he beamed happily.



And they did, I learned that all 17 of them here at the moment, came from four different families, The Pascal’s, the Simmons, Ryan’s and Hayes.



“Your brother said you’re thirteen years old, my little sister, Kiley,” she pointed to a girl with her features, dark hair and eyes, tanned, “She’s thirteen as well, and so is Tera – but her family has only been on the island for a few years,” Justine Hayes’ Marlon’s eldest daughter told me pointing out the girls. I just nodded, I didn’t have many friends or well any friends back in Middleburg so even here with two girls my age I was out of my element, but each time I tried to concentrate I couldn’t the sandalwood citrusy scent would catch my attention.



“Did you come here with your parents?” River, the eldest Simmons asked, I shook my head, “No, our sister brought us here, with our Aunt and Uncle.”



“Wait – your sister?”



“Yeah, she’s the Luna?” I answered not sure how to describe Chelsea to them; did everyone here know who she was? Or was it only the parents? The older ones? I didn’t know. But when understanding crossed River and Justine’s face I knew that it didn’t matter what I called her, “You’re sister is the Chosen One?” one of the Simmons girls asked. I nodded, but as the breeze picked up, the mouthwatering bouquet teased me once again, sidetracking me. After some more small talk, the older kids went back to playing, only Tera and Kiley stayed.



Sighing they sat in front of me, Indian style their backs facing the game that continued without them, I saw Kiley eyeing the ipad I placed on the towel next to my thigh, “Want to see it? I’m not sure all of what’s on here, Chelsea got it for me,” I pushed it towards her, but she looked at it puzzled, “What is it?” my face went blank.



“It’s an ipad, it can play music, it has games, but there are a lot of books on here, I guess Chelsea researched what I’d like so yeah, I guess she thought it’d keep me entertained,” I shrugged, but I was happy. I loved music but I enjoyed reading and if there were one thing I would miss it, would be all my books. But at a short glance I was able to see that she had placed many that would hold my interest.



Kiley nodded, “We don’t have those here, we do more physical things for entertainment, playing, hiking, swimming, or we take the boat out, we can even go kayaking here on the island. Or there’s a lake, sometimes the older kids go camping up there,” she answered, her brown eyes excited as she named possible activities.



“How long have you been here?” I asked her, and she smiled, “Well I was born here, all seven of us, Justine is the oldest, then Anthony, me, Farrah and Sage are ten, and Dayton and Bradley have just turned nine.”



I smiled at her enthusiasm about her family and then turned to Tera, “I was born in Montana,” she rolled her eyes, “but I’m the youngest, I have three older brothers, Connor, Dominic and Kieran,” she said the last name sadly with a tight smile.



“Oh, how long have you been here?”



“Nine months,” she said neither happy nor sad, “The Elders and the military wanted my brother Kieran,” I listened intently.



“He was kidnapped and was at one of the facilities, was there since he was six years old, but when he was thirteen, him and a few others escaped and one of the escapees he was 18 when Kieran was first brought in, could remember the facts that he talked about before they took his memories away. When they escaped, they all came to us, they didn’t know where else to go, or who to trust, and the six of them, Kieran was the only one who had family left. All the others, their families were killed when they were taken, so they came in the middle of the night,” Tera looks past me a haunted look in her eyes, “When they told mom and dad what had happened, that they escaped, and weren’t let go, Dad knew we’d have to run so we did, all of us.”



I gave her a sad smile, wondering for a moment if the way Ben and I left would keep dad and the rest of my family safe or if we had left them to die.



“But you know what?” she said with a bit more perk, “I don’t remember when Kieran was taken, but it really hurt my parents, especially all those years not know. The not knowing was killing them, they didn’t just shut down you know, but each year that went by it was horrible. And since we were shifters he couldn’t be claimed as missing, but when he came back, even though we were sorta on the run, and looking over our shoulders, our family still felt complete,” her lip shook.



Tera rested her chin onto her knees cradled against her chest, “When we came here, and learned of what was going on,” her eyes flicked over to the thick brush, “I want your sister to make the people pay for what they did to my family and my brother.”



“Did they – I mean, was he hurt physically?” I asked awkwardly, Tera nodded and Kiley placed a hand on her arm in support, “but it’s worse, he’s never spoken. And then, after two months he shifted, and hasn’t shifted back since.”



“My dad – Marlon – he says that it’s because Kieran feels safe in his wolf form,” Kiley offered. And so they continued sharing – while the island breeze gave me teasing shots of the fragrance – with me until abruptly I stood, startling them, “Sorry, uh... Chelsea is calling me,” I tapped my head lying, entering the bush I began tracking the scent.

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