42 - History

‘It’s…’ I look down at my hands. Then I close my eyes. As if I could shut out the memory of that day, and the choices I made. The night I spent with Kylar. I can’t regret my children, and it feels now as though life is turning out the way it was meant to be somehow. But I can’t help but wonder if I could go back in time, what I might have done differently.

Kylar tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers warm as they linger on my skin. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest. I can hear the steady beat of his heart. I feel the strength of his arm around me and I feel some of the walls that I’ve built to protect myself, come tumbling down.

‘My father is the Alpha of Silver Stream,’ I start slowly, with just the facts. Wrapped in the strength of Kylar’s arms, it’s time I found the courage to share the story of what happened. But it feels like unlocking doors within myself. Big, dark doors that have been shut away and sealed up tight. I’m afraid