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Chapter 44.5 – Gabriel POV

Outside of this Kieran issue, the parents on this island were going to parent their own damn children. Yet Kieran as different because they had already failed him, in a way I saw so much of Chelsea in him, that insecurity and mindset to please while still unable to do so because of some built in by others internal hindrance.



I left Oakley and Kieran in his room, going to my office where I sent Marlon, Leland, Grant and the Ryans, wanting to get the drama out of his room before Kieran woke up. To see them fighting that way, poor kid would probably have taken the blame for everything, internalizing mistakes that weren’t really his. I wasn’t claiming to be the best parent out in the world, an expert to these people but I did know where Kieran’s thoughts were.



I did have access to Grants mind, one that was evaluating Kieran, without really even having to try, he saw below the layers.



Entering my office I wanted to get straight to the point, “What the hell were you two doing?” I asked the Ryans, sitting eyeing them.



“He is our son, you’ve come in and have taken over-” I checked out on the replay of where her mind was, noting that Grant was just appalled with these people.



And he can’t read their minds, Max added.



“Have you two ever asked Kieran how it feels when he is touched?”



“No, he just said not to touch him…” Mr. Ryan said sadly.



I nodded, “Kieran accidently bumped into my mate last night and I think it’s more than just him not wanting to be touched. He behaved more like someone who was shocked and expecting punishment than an accident.”



“He let Oakley touch him,” Mrs. Ryan said, “We never thought that approach would work, just being abrupt and doing as we wanted. We are his parents but we just… do you know – did you see how he reacted when your mate and he touched. The first time I saw him and those other escapees my mind was – I thought surely it was playing a trick on me, we hadn’t seen him since the day he was taken. No sign. Then I run to him and it was like he had a seizure in my arms, threw himself on the ground, vomited, and rocking back and forth. I – I didn’t know what to do…”



She wiped at her face, “Then I make another move to touch him and Mack tells me not to do that, it’s best to let him come out of that mindset he was in on his own, touching him was out of the question-” her head shaking back and forth trying to get rid of that image but I’m not sure it was working, that anything would make it disappear for her.



Swallowing, she rubbed her hands on her legs, “we had no idea what to do, because when the boys got home and saw him before we could tell them to back off, Kieran attacked them, and we just – we knew to leave him be. Mack – Mack couldn’t tell us just what happened to Kieran, only that when they brought Kieran in, they “broke him” and his memories were gone, but he remembered some of what Kieran told him, so they found us but we weren’t safe.” We love him, we want to help him, but we can’t – why won’t you help us – give us our boy back, she thought.



Gabriel can I say something? Grant asked me not looking at me but at the Ryans, yes. I replied happy he asked for permission and I was starting to see just why Chelsea wanted him to be there for the absorption. The respect for what he didn’t know was astounding, and he was really making an effort to make himself useful, not just to Chelsea, Oakley and Ben, but the other young children we brought on the island.



“Mrs. Ryan, you said that you never thought ‘that approach’ would work, but I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean?”



She inhaled, letting that breath go deeply, “Interfering, not giving Kieran the option to be alone-”



“That isn’t what Oakley has been doing, she’s doing things at his pace, offering him nothing to be quite frank with you all. She isn’t forcing him to do a single thing, she’s being herself… things she would do back in Middleburg, and she is doing them here. Reading out loud, Kieran is the one that decides whether he stays or not. Oakley – well in my presence has never forced him to stay, she doesn’t have that kind of power. She doesn’t force him to speak, in fact she asks and answers some of her own questions at time, it’s only when Kieran feels like speaking to her does he enter the conversation-”



“She went to his home on the mountain-” Mr. Ryan pointed out.



I nodded, as did Grant, “yes, but as far as I know from what Oakley has told us, she went up there, didn’t touch him, didn’t ask him to change into his human form, and read to him and talk to him about herself,” I nodded again knowing that same story.



“What you just wanted to do is the opposite of what Oakley has been doing. Touching him while he doesn’t have the option to push you away is very selfish, you are taking away his right to choose-”



“And he has had that done to him more than enough…” I mumble shaking my head.



Knowing his thoughts and not wanting to give away my newfound ability because of Chelsea and I mating fully, I change the details a bit. “From research done by Jason, did you know that – that Kieran was not only a test subject of sorts but that from the minute he was taken from your home he was systematically abused physically as well as sexually?” their eyes widen and they both turn a bit green, pale and I can hear their hearts racing, Mr. Ryan gasps, his hand shaking.



“That – he was just – he wasn’t – No,” Mrs. Ryan whispered, shaking her head and a new round of tears began. People have no idea the type of damage that was done to that poor boy, Grant thought not surprised by the information I revealed.



R-43 – that tattoo?



Mr. Ryan thinks of the permanent reminder on his sons’ skin, the anger boiling inside him, his wolf ready for vengeance.



“And – and he revealed to this to Oakley?” Mrs. Ryan finally asked, “She – my son needs a professional not some child!” again. Just when I thought that they would see the larger picture they drop the ball. Once again.



I laugh humorlessly, “Kieran isn’t revealing anything to Oakley, but you’re missing the larger picture… if he is thinking of doing so, that’s one step further that you have never been able to get him. He’s thinking of talking about it, wanting to face his past, he might not want to tell Oakley, but if she is that push that makes him realize that all the abuse he suffered wasn’t his fault-”



“Of course it wasn’t his fault!” Mr. Ryan jumped to his feet, outraged, only to duck his head in submission as this tone directed at me.



“Well… you know that, I know that, but Kieran I don’t believe he knows that or even believes it,” Grant muttered shaking his head in disgust.



“I haven’t even spoken to Kieran on a professional level, just witnessed his behavior around Oakley and his reactions and I can say without a doubt that he has the symptoms of avoidant personality disorder, granted he still is fifteen – its fairly noticeable. The damage… and his mind – I could only guess to what type of landmines are lurking in his head.”



I rested back not knowing much about what Grant was saying but listening, learning, “What is avoidance – what you said?” Mr. Ryan asked his voice tight, body stiff.



“Well… you – you aren’t to blame here, but it’s everything you witness in Kieran, him pushing people away, going off on his own, taking blame where he isn’t the one to blame, getting anxious, not letting his guard down so to speak. Feeling unwanted and hiding, low self-esteem, high self loathing and very untrusting…” he paused letting them digest all of this.



“There is something else, and while I’m not sure – based on what Chelsea told me she heard from Kieran,” she heard his thoughts, not that I can tell them that, I hope I worded that right, Grant thought taking a moment, “when Kieran accidently bumped into her, he felt as though he were being shocked, almost tasered like – that may be the greater reason of his resistant to being touched.”



“I didn’t know for sure of the abuse Gabriel spoke of, but it could be that he was tasered when he sought out touch, so he now believes and truly feels pain when he’s touched. Again I’m not sure without speaking to him to hear his explanation…” Mrs. Ryan lifted her hands to her mouth, her eyes glassy, her neck muscles strained as she swallowed trying to speak, my baby, “so even though he isn’t being tasered now, when we touch him, because he remembers that – he still feels it, without it even being administered to him?” she tested, her voice wavering, her eyes on her hands as she gestured.



Grant nodded, “Again I’m not sure I’m only going by hearsay and observation to be honest.”



“So they abused him, physically, emotionally, and mentally?” Mr. Ryan asked his anger apparent on his face, his eyes nearly all black, breathing heavily.



“Yes, and I’m going to say this and I hope you two understand and truly listen to me, your little boy is gone. I don’t know how hard it is for you to hear such a thing, but whatever memory you have held onto in your head, hoping Kieran will eventually reflect, that will never happen. He doesn’t remember that boy, and he isn’t that boy anymore-”



“So he’s dangerous, and you’re letting Oakley near him-”



After an impulse snort, Grant was already shaking his head, holding a palm up to Mr. Ryan, while Marlon and Leland sat listening, “The only danger Kieran poses is to him self… He avoid contact because he relates it to pain, he went to that mountain to be alone because he didn’t want to be a problem, he thinks he is to blame, and you letting him go to the mountain only confirmed that thought. You let him go, so to him, he was to blame. He isn’t good enough to be around everyone else, he is ‘bad,’” Grant said his fist clenched on his lap.



He leaned forward, “You two keep saying that you are dying to touch him, that it hurts you not to be able to comfort him?” they nodded, their eyes wide and focused on Grant.



“Mr. Ryan how many times do you touch your wife in one day?” Mr. Ryan ducked back, his head cocked to the side, “I don’t understand… why does that matter?”



“Just humor me,” Grant replied.



“Uhm, I mean… it’s – I mean I don’t even think about it – a lot?” he stammered.



Grant nodded, “What if I told you that you couldn’t touch your wife?” Mr. Ryan growled, doing the exact opposite, he put his arm around his mate pulling her closer to him.



Grant gave him a sardonic smile; “it took you two seconds to do that, put your arm around her, pull her against you. You didn’t even think about that did you?”



“For your son, he craves – desires to so much as hold someone’s hand for a second, but he doesn’t feel worthy, he doesn’t want to be rejected, and most of all, he doesn’t want to have it only for him to lose it – like he had you and then lost you.”



When Grant rested back, “And I’m not even speaking about the feeling or sensation he gets when he’s touched, that he’s been conditioned to think he feels or truly feels.”



Grants words stunned me for a moment, reminding me that I had that same feeling – almost – when I met Chelsea. Wanting her, but afraid of not being enough, then running to Maggie, only to not be satisfied and want what I craved originally. That was just for one moment though, Yeah, that kid feels that all the time, Max thought sadly.



“So – what you’re saying is, by letting him isolate himself, all of us increased this – this affliction – this disorder?” Marlon asked, finally speaking, Gabriel we didn’t know, he apologized not even waiting for Grant to confirm his question.



“We – we made so – so many mistakes, so many,” Mrs. Ryan said, her lip shaking, “Don’t make more,” Grant said, “Oakley isn’t your enemy, don’t hurt your relationship with Kieran because of jealously,” Mr. Ryan looked up abruptly ready to object but Grant just shook his head.



“You’re jealous that some thirteen year old girl was able to hold his hand, touch him, before you, his parents,” he shrugged, “It’s petty and has no place in helping Kieran,” he chided them before standing and leaving the room.

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Oakley POV

When I had hurt myself in Middleburg, I knew Ben would want to see me, I never questioned it, in fact I thought that it took a bit long for them to let him, but I didn’t ask ‘why’ he would want to see me.



Now Kieran was asking why his sister would be coming back, “She was here but she went to take a shower, she was here all night worried about you,” I replied when he didn’t respond or take it back.



He nodded at me, giving me a small smile that I really liked to see, “Hey,” Tera poked her head in the door, and I waved her in, and noted that Kieran’s smile dropped, then he kept his head down.



“How are you feeling Kieran?” she asked him directly, his head snapped to meet her face, watching her, “I’m good,” he whispered looking away as soon as he answered her question.



“I’m going to go out and take a swim, Kieran you don’t have to stay down here anymore, but can you please take it easy, relax please?” Chelsea said standing.



“Yes – and – and I’m sorry I bumped into you,” my shoulders sagged; it wasn’t his fault it was an accident! I wanted to scream so that he would understand, but I don’t think that would help.



“It was an accident Kieran, and I’m happy that you’re feeling better,” Chelsea said calmly leaving Tera, Kieran and I alone in the room.



“I’m happy you are okay Kieran,” Tera said the moment Chelsea left, “I’m so happy that someone finally put Connor in his place…” she slowed down when he looked at her confused.



“What do you mean? Put him in his place?” he asked and I wanted to know too.



Tera looked with wide eyes between us, “oh – uhm – well – Chelsea she uhm – she took his wolf away and his memories as a warning, the next mistake he makes… uhm – she is going to send him back…”



I watched his eyes close, “Are Tony and Carla angry – angry with me?” he whispered in small frightened voice, “it’s my fault-”



“No! No! it’s not,” I nearly snap standing, but inhale and sit again, shaking my head, “She’s right Kieran, what Connor did to you was wrong, and what Taryn did to you was wrong too. No one has the right to touch someone when they don’t want to be touched,” he stared at her like she was speaking a whole other language.



“You know that… right?” Tera asked him, waiting for him to say something, but he just didn’t answer her. When she realized that he wasn’t going to answer she turned to me, her eyes watery but a smile on her lips, but I could tell she wasn’t happy.



“Are we still going to watch a movie later?” she asked me confirming our plans. “Yeah, of course, there’s a nice screening room here,” I replied.



“Can I invite Kiley?” Tera asked I nodded knowing Chelsea wouldn’t have a problem with that, “Okay, so I’m going to bake a few snacks, for Kiley, Kieran and you too,” she said including him, “you’re going to watch with us too right… I mean if you want…” she back tracked and Kieran nodded.



“uhm – okay – see you in a few hours? At five tonight?”



“Yeah, five,” I answered distracted waiting for her to leave so I could talk to Kieran alone, hoping he knew he was welcomed. If he wanted to come that is, maybe he wanted to be alone after all this, once she left I turned to face him, a small smile on my face.



“I was really worried about you…” I said my face red hot, but it was the truth, “You were hooked up to a lot of different machines and there was a bolt in your head too,” I shiver remembering it.



“I was worried you’d forget me too,” I stopped when I thought that I would lead him to push me away again. He was staring at me again, then I noticed he looked down at my hand on my lap, slowly I put my hand on the bed, palm up.



“It’s okay,” I murmur and wait, but when I stand and lean forward, the same letter I had been walking around with that Chelsea gave me fell out of my pocket on the floor. I don’t rush to pick it up, it sort of feels like this heavy weight that I had been carrying around, my curiosity flaring each time but fear of what I didn’t know was bothering me.



“What’s that?”



Kieran asked.



Glancing between him and the letter on the ground I left it there.



“It’s a letter from my mom, she wrote it before she had me, before she even had Chelsea…”



“What does it say?”



I shrugged.



“I don’t know, Chelsea found it and made a copy for Ben and I, gave it to us last night, the three of us are all going to learn to play the violin though,” he nodded.



Chelsea had said that it was up to me, for me to decide if I wanted to read it or not, but after the recording, I didn’t want one more thing from my momma, it felt like – like she’d never be put to rest, that I’d always have some tie to her – another little piece.



Another reminder.



“I feel bad,” I told him looking at it on the ground.



Clearing his throat Kieran asked me why.



“There was a girl back in Middleburg, her dad died and for show and tells – you know where you bring something in from home to talk about it,” I explain, “she would bring in different things all the time that reminded her of him, his fishing pole, or sweater or things that were important to her.”



“She would say she wished she had more and I had a room full of momma’s things. Then daddy threw them away and all I had was a recording with her voice and I never shared that. I wanted more of her things, not because I thought it would mean she’d come back but I didn’t want to forget her. I held onto her so tightly before, but now I have the letter and I don’t want more reminders,” I whispered my voice shaky and vision glassy.



My hand still on the bed, I’m a bit startled when I feel Kierans’ hands on mine, and I sigh heavily, as a nice calm takes over me, “Do you feel that too?” the words are out when my fingers curl around his much larger hands. And his face pales and I can hear his heart speed up, his hands get wet, no clammy,



“Kieran…”

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Kieran POV

Did I feel that? Of course I did and at the same time, I didn’t.



I didn’t feel the normal shock that I received when someone touched or accidently grazed against me.



Instead it felt better than pain, and nothing like numb.



Now though, her hand in mine I can almost see her work it out, that I’m her mate, the feeling that she’s describing, safety. That’s what it feels like for me. I try to pull my hand away, but there’s no real effort in the movement, not truly. If I had, my hand would be away from hers but it’s where it was and she isn’t pulling hers away either as she sees the truth.



“Do I smell nice to you? Like – I mean – do you – I followed your scent because it was so – I had to follow it,” her face is red and her eyes are squinted as she tilts her head waiting for my answer.



She knows, Nyx tells me calmly.



“I’m – yes – you smell different, safe,” and there goes that word again. I – I couldn’t explain it or even remember it very well, but the at ease, the calmness that wraps around me tightly, invisible but still felt like a layer of clothing.



She nods, and a mouth splitting smile grows on her face, again I don’t understand. What’s she smiling at? How long did I have with her before she left me when she realized that I was her mate? Useless and not worth a damn, damaged and broken. I wouldn’t ever be right and I wasn’t fixable, a waste of space.



“You’re – you – you’re my mate,” she stammered but again her face was relaxed not a bit bothered or disappointed.



“I’m sorry,” I whispered looking away, this time pulling my hand away and out of her grip.



She gasped, “You – you don’t want me?” I wasn’t going to look up. I had refused to look up, especially when I felt my cheeks wet. I wouldn’t let her see me crying or being weak. But her question confused me; she thinks that I am the one that doesn’t want her.



“I – I – you,” I shook my head when I looked up and into her eyes, “You want me?” she couldn’t want me, she shouldn’t want me either. I wasn’t good, or worthy, surely Oakley saw that! Maybe this was a trick… the doctors would play tricks all the time.



Before I sank down, pushed them away, as far as I could. I didn’t want to remember. Remembering hurt; tore at me and ripped me to pieces.



“Of course I want you, Kieran.”



She shouldn’t.



She does.



She wants me?



“But if you don’t want me – I’ll still be your friend,” she said less enthusiastic than before, “No matter what Kieran, I’ll always be your friend.”



Looking away from Oakley, I thought back to three months ago before she was here, I was all alone. I thought that I was safe, that I was content just being alone up on my mountain because that was as good as everything – anything – would ever get for me but then… she came along.



It was good and bad.



But that was always the case I had come to learn.



You couldn’t have the good with out the bad and the good was that I felt new things that I never thought I would. I felt normal when I was with Oakley, that I wasn’t that dirty bad boy everyone knew I was. I was someone different. Someone I liked more because she liked being around that person.



You aren’t someone different Kieran, you haven’t changed being who you are to be around Oakley, she just accepts you as you are, Nyx said but that couldn’t be true.



I knew the truth, not him.



“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered something, and that was true.



“Mates don’t hurt each other… but even if I wasn’t your mate I wouldn’t hurt you.”



She had an answer for everything, how am I to push her away when everything she says seems to make sense.



The truth was I didn’t like being around people, they were too unpredictable, but even though I didn’t like it, I would still put up with them so that I could spend just a tiny minute with her. She’s your mate, it may be hard if you reject her, she’ll hurt and might need to be away from you, Nyx said.



Turning to Oakley I observed her, she wasn’t smiling the way I liked it, and that made my decision easy, “Even though I don’t deserve you, I still want you to be my mate,” I said not very enthusiastic. Wow… that wasn’t very convincing, Nyx growled.



See already messing up… my shoulders sagged, but you would think that for as wide as Oakley smiled, I had told her the greatest news she had ever heard.



Her eyes brightened, her smile was infectious and I couldn’t help but return it shyly.



And right then and there I promised myself that I was going to be good, and try my hardest not to screw up, even though I knew I would eventually.



When I returned her smile, she placed her hand on the bed again, palm up waiting for me to take it, and with my new resolve I put my hands in hers, sighing at the new feelings.



The door opened startling me, but when I noticed it was Grant his eyes went to my Oakley and my hand, “Uncle Grant guess what!?” she stood smiling brightly but didn’t pull her hand away. Why wasn’t she ashamed? Because she’s proud that you’re hers, Nyx answered.



“Kieran is my mate,” she sounded happy… my eyes widened and my head snapped to her Uncle, “I won’t hurt her I promise,” I said with as much promise as I could.



Grant blinked, “Of course you wouldn’t,” Oakley said in a ‘duh’ type tone, and I’m sure if I could look away from Grant I would see her rolling her eyes too.



“I know you won’t hurt Oakley, Kieran.” He said and I sighed in relief that he wasn’t mad, he wouldn’t tell her to stay away from me. I rested back, “How are you feeling Kieran? You gave us all quite the scare last night,” Grant said, while I just gaped at him. He seemed… concerned? That couldn’t be right though.



“I – I’m better,” I stuttered trying to figure it all out. First Tera visiting me and now Oakley’s uncle was asking how I was doing?



“That’s good to hear,” Grant said warmly. Oakley begins speaking about a surprise Ben had for his friend, her hand still in mine, I closed my eyes just listening to her, a soft tone that lulled me to sleep without even realizing it. My mate wanted me, was the last thought I could remember having.

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Ben POV

There weren’t many things that Kayla did. I mean she went outside but unlike the other kids here I never saw her go to the beach, and the furthest I had seen her go out was to the little meadow just outside her backyard. From the porch, you could see her through the trees.



It was hard to think of things we could do together, especially when she was jumpy and I didn’t think video games would be something she liked. I did notice however that Kayla really liked flowers; she could make them grow, any kind, bright and colorful.



After speaking and getting help from Chelsea, I carried everything to Kayla’s house, going to the front instead of right to the backyard.



Knocking, I stood back, picking up the large box I was carrying, waiting for someone to open the door. When it opened, Kayla’s dad, Chris stared at me with wide eyes.



“Ben you’re here?” I nodded, “Yeah, I told Kayla I would come today, I had a surprise for her,” I jingled the box in my hand.



“Can I come in?”



Stepping aside he pointed down the hall to the back, “She’s uhm – she’s on the porch… she – I told her you might not be coming,” I stopped in my spot a bit angry that he would tell her that.



“Why? I promised,” he nodded.



“I know, but you were up all night with Oakley, I thought you’d be sleeping and waiting with Oakley. I didn’t want her to wait on you, when you might not be coming.”



It would have hurt more if we didn’t show up and her dad didn’t tell her, Saxon told me so I nodded.



“So what’s in that box?” he asked me and my face heated, “It’s – well – I know she doesn’t like to be touched and she’s always looking tired so I tried to find something that wouldn’t make her more tired, that we can do together,” I stammered.



He nodded, “what did you come up with?” he asked with a smile.



“Well… I thought that maybe the two of us and someone else could work on these,” I jingled the box.



“First we’re going to use the kitchen…”



“Come on,” he said walking to the kitchen ahead of me.



When I put the box down, I went to the back door sliding it open, and walking to the pod, “Hi,” I said standing a good distance away from Kayla.



Her head snapped up and she gave me a small smile, “you came.” Was all she said, “I said I would. I promised.”



“Come on we need to go to the kitchen first,” I said taking a step back and going into the kitchen, Kayla following me. Her dad was resting against the counter; I went to the box and pushed it towards her.



“So this is your surprise,” I took a step back and smiled brightly when she looked between the box, and me then over at her dad.



“It’s okay if you don’t like it, I just thought that it would be fun for us to do… you’re dad will help too,” I rambled, my stomach all tickly.



“Go ahead honey,” her dad added when she seemed hesitant, but slowly she opened the box and I couldn’t stay still. She pulled the first item on top, a large cooking pan, looking at it confused she put it over on the counter and her dad even looked a bit unsure.



Next came the ice cream that Chelsea made for me, “it needs to go in the freezer,” I said and Kayla walked the tub over to Chris, coming back to the box. Next were the ingredients to make brownies, “I don’t remember but Oakley told me that my mom loved to bake, they would make desserts on Sundays and Mondays. So I thought you and I could make brownies, and we can even make for your brothers and sisters too.”



Now she was getting to the bottom things, “I know it gets really hot and you might get tired and sweat if we play soccer or well even just walking, so we can do these instead.”



I said when she pulled the first small all white box, she placed it on the ground, lifting up the top revealing the near two hundred pieces, “It’s a puzzle, but the picture on the top is what it will look like when we finish,” I explained when she looked up at me and her dad came around to look as well.



“It’s of you, one of them is I mean, and that is the butterfly that you held,” I swallowed, “Chelsea drew it by hand and we made all of them special,” I pointed to the other boxes.



“You made her puzzles?”



“Yeah, well no, Chelsea and I made them together… Eight of them – there is one of you, and then there are more of the flowers that I saw you making in your hand… I thought we could do them together after we make brownies?” I stood waiting. My stomach still flipping, “We don’t have to do them if you don't want – we can do something else…” I added weakly, looking to her dad unsure.

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1. Do the elders have George's mate? No. 2. Wow serious, getting romantic is kinda out the picture of the moment, I mean they are so young and Kieran doesn't even like to be touched. I feel exactly the same. I'm not going to rush and just fail these characters. It's the same thing with HFM, I don't rush my stories I like my characters to have growth. It is fiction I know that, but I'd still like to make my story somewhat "real." 3. Who is Philip again? He is the father of Taryn, Meadow and Jade. His mate/wife is Judy, he's been on the island hiding out. 4. I do think Gabe is onto something. Those bonds are created by the Moon Goddess herself, makes it harder for the Elders to manipulate. Yes. 5. Is Gabriel thinking of bringing Ethan to the island??!? Who is Ethan? Ethan is Gabriel's brother. No, as of now he isn't bringing them to the island. 6. I love your story and the stand that you take that it is your story and you decide how it will be. Thanks. 7. Would it really matter if she touched him while he's unconscious? Uhm... No means no? In this case specifically.

8. Why didn't I touch on how Kieran feels about what Connor did?I will do so but at the right time. It's not now.

9. I have a suspicion? perhaps Gabriel's family(uncle and father at least) are deep cover agents for the elders? would explain a lot. You are onto something here... but I'm glad that you're seeing this, helps me know that clues I'm dropping about everything is helping you guys come to your own conclusions.

10. Just to note, I didn't steal the puzzle idea, I actually found the pictures I wanted to use. Then created the picture one of kayla with the butterfly in photoshop, THEN, I found an app online that you make them look like puzzles.

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