Bronwen
I look around confused. Seriously, again? Some random person asks about my Mom, I tell them, they cry. Then I come to find out they have this deep, dark secret of a past with her and so on. I am kind of tired of it. I feel like this scene is played out.
“Want to explain?” I ask Zeke, who just shrugs.
“Meet Naomi Meyers. Shelby's sister.” Shelby's sister? This is my Mom's sister? My aunt? Now the whole thing about no seeing her s
Morana “What?” I ask him, sure that I must have misheard him. Alec just remains looking at me calmly, so I'm sure he isn't joking when he said it. But surely he can't mean it, can he? “You heard me.” Alec tells me and I grin. “Really?” He moves towards me with a sexy smirk on his face and I take a step back, still not ready to believe what he is saying to me. “Are you sure about this? Because we can wait, or-”
Bronwen We are finally back at the pack site after we have applied for a marriage license, just as Alec and Morana have. We made it to the courthouse just before it closed for the day and we are able to fill out the paperwork. Alec had to sign for me since he is my guardian and I am still underage. Thankfully he was responsible enough to get a document signed by Samuel a long time ago in one of his drunken states and he carries it around in his wallet. Thankfully we all had the foresight to bring our birth certificates with us on vacation. Even though Morana and Andras's birth certi
Bronwen The next day we have just finished eating lunch at the pack house, where we met what felt like a hundred new people. Almost all of them were extremely nice and welcoming. A few were more reserved around us, but still kind. Thankfully none of them had been rude. I think Andras ad Uncle Zeke would have made a scene if someone had been rude to us. Zeke has turned just as over-protective of me as Alec and Andras are. He is forever shoving glasses of milk and apples at me, because apparently milk is good for mothers and an apple is a healthy snack to keep my blood sugar level. I d
Bronwen “I know, honey. I am going to miss you too!” I tell her, pulling her into my arms. In just one day she has come to mean the world to me and when it comes time to return to our life in Massachusetts, I am going to be devastated to leave her behind. I have to fight back tear at the thought. “When will you come back, even if it's just for a visit?” She asks. “I don't know. I am not sure when I would have the time. I am suppose to testify against my st
Bronwen The next morning I can barely wait until the sun has risen before I am banging on my brother's door. He pulls it open a few minutes later wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants and a cranky look. “She will be ready to go dress shopping soon-” “Not here for that!” I wave that away with my hand. “I'm here for you. Get dressed. We are going for a walk.” “What? Why?” Alec asks, confused.
Alec Friday afternoon finally arrives and I am standing on the front porch of my grandparents house with Dad, Grandpa and Andras while the women are inside getting all dolled up for our pending nuptials. I am beyond ready for the wedding to finally start but time is moving so slowly that it is driving me insane. I pace the length of the porch, then turn and cross it again. “You nervous, boy?” Grandpa asks me and I shake my head. “Impatient.&r
Alec Everyone is still at the wedding reception, enjoying the food, cake and dancing. But Jack and I excused ourselves, along with my great grandfather, Jackson and my grandpa, Kade. We go out in the trees a way, far enough away from the party to have a little privacy. This is the moment when they are going to imprint on me, marking me in the hopes of triggering my dormant wolf side. The three of them gather around me and lay their hands on me. Jack's hands are on my shoulders. Grandpa's palms are on my chest and great grandpa has one hand on my back and the other on my arm. I don'
Morana I watch as Alec draws up, his body in pain. His bones crack and shift, forcing him to grunt in pain. I know that the pain is agonizing, yet he refuses to show weakness in front of me. I lean over him, kissing his forehead and pushing his sweaty hair back from his face, which contorts in a grimace of pain. I know that the first time you shift can take hours. I try to soothe him for the first hour, but by then he is in so much pain that he can't stand to be touched at all. His smooth skin is covered with fur and his body is unrecognizable by the time we crest the third hour. H