Andras   Hearing Bronwen say that she didn't want to turn with me, hurt me down deep. But hearing her say that it was because she didn't think she would be complete without a family of her own... That destroyed me. I never really gave much thought to children before, because when I first turned I was a nineteen year old boy and I wasn't much interested in kids then. After that, I spent years angry at everything and everyone because of what my brother did this to us. To me. Why did he do this to us? How could he be so cruel? What did I do to deserve this? I was a good person. I have h

Bronwen  “What?” I ask Alec, sure that I must have heard him wrong. They, whoever 'they' may be, want me to testify against Samuel.. where? For what? Then it hits me. Duh. I really hope this isn't about what I think this is about. “Would you care to elaborate a little more for me there, big brother?” I ask him and he turns to me with a small smile that quickly leaves his face. “Tell me everything, please.”

Bronwen  I sit alone in the woods for a while longer, just thinking about everything. I have so much on my mind that it's hard to get my thougths in any sort of order. I replay everything Noah said, dwelling on the possibility that I could either be sick or pregnant with Noah's baby. I can't stop contemplating about my future with Andras. What if I am sick.. what would we do then? Or worse, if I am having Noah's baby, will he leave me? I know how much he hates Noah.. what if it is like Samuel all over again. He would say he loves me enough to raise mine and Noah's baby, but then in a f

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  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