No Such Thing For Me

When the werewolf asked about her ring, Christen could not answer it. She did not want to answer. Did not want to remember the memories it held. Memories of him.

‘I don’t want to remember anything about him,’ she thought, tears forming in her eyes as she recalled her time with him.

Even though she was nothing more than a prisoner, with him around, she felt anything but. The hope she lost after her divorce with Forrest, regained from her time with him. Not to mention when he proposed to her… ‘Joy’ does not begin to describe how she felt. She even started to think of their future together.

A nice house by the countryside, away from the city. The house didn’t have to be big- not like a mansion- but she did like it to be decent enough. For their kids- Christian and any siblings they may have later- to happily be roaming around, playing with each other, their friends, or even whatever pet they would consider adopting. Not to mention when they grow older, and want to take on a hobby. No sm