Wynn sped over to Prince Edward and there he found Paris working the bar just as Michael told him, unaware that Michael was stalking him.“Last rounds,” Paris called out, and started to wipe down the bar. Wynn left the bar and thought he will wait outside of the pup for Paris to get to the bottom of things.An hour later Wynn watched as Paris locked up with a young woman with him.“Paris got himself a pub?” Wynn asked himself out loud, confused. ‘Why would he do that? He is like filthy rich,’ Wynn wondered and watch the two of them make out before they continued on their way.MONTHS AGO, WHEN PARIS SAVED A WOMAN AND GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD.Paris woke up in hospital and saw a young woman sitting at his side, reading a book. Choking on his ventilator got the woman’s attention.“You are awake!” she stated, clearly shocked. “I will go get the doctor,” she said and rushed out of the room.It was clear that the doctor was as shocked as the woman that Paris woke up.After removing the ventilat

“Paris,” Katelina answered before Michael could.“He looks like a ‘Paris’,” Jenna said, looking over to where Paris was standing.“He sure does,” Katelina added, making Michael give her a warning look.Paris opened a beer for Jenna and walked over to the side of the bar where she was talking with their returned customer.Paris reached between Katelina and Michael to hand Jenna her beer, making both of them part away from his hand. Paris looked at them, thinking they were behaving strangely.“Thank you,” Jenna said. “These two know you. You are in varsity with them,” Jenna said.“Really?” Paris asked, excited to get more info.“Your name is Paris,” Jenna smiled.“Paris?” he questioned, looking at the two of them. “That is going to take some time to get used to.”“It suits you. It is better than John,” Jenna chuckled.“How did you end up with the name John?” Michael chuckled.“John Doe. Memory loss after a gunshot to the temple.” Paris turned his head to show them the scar.“I didn’t kn

Despite the fact that Paris was a wealthy man, Jenna insisted on running her little pub herself. Once Paris got over the fact that he was a wealthy man, he realized that being nothing more than a bartender and near the woman he loved was all that he wanted. Over the next few months, they took short holidays to visit Paris’s properties while falling deeper in love and planning their wedding.One evening after closing the pub, the two of them were oblivious to an old friend of Paris that was watching them. Neither one of them noticed Wynn lurking in the dark while they locked up.Back in her apartment, Jenna excitedly walked over to the fridge to tick off the calendar day. “Can’t believe our wedding is only two weeks away.”“I can. These past few months have been dragging. I don’t know why you had to choose a date so far into the future,” Paris complained, opening the fridge to take a few things out to start dinner.“I told you; my father’s sisters are only on holiday then and since the

Wynn got back to the restaurant and walked straight over to the table where Paris was sitting with his future in-laws. “Paris, good morning.”“Um, hi. Do we know each other?” Paris questioned, confused, the entire table looking at Wynn.“You don’t know who I am? Your best friend dude,” Wynn chuckled, even though he felt he was betraying their friendship a little for chasing after Ann.“He got shot a few months ago and has memory loss,” Jenna chipped in.“Well, what a coincidence. Now I have a best man for tomorrow,” Paris chuckled and stood up to shake Wynn’s hand.“A best man?” Wynn asked confused, stepping out of Paris’s reach realizing that Paris must really have memory loss for thinking he could touch a hybrid without wanting to kill them.“I am getting married tomorrow,” Paris said proudly and introduced Jenna and her family to Wynn.“You are getting married?” Wynn choked and wondered if he should inform Paris that he had a girlfriend. ‘I should. It is the right thing to do. I wi

“If he loved me, he would have been married to me now instead of dumping me on an island,” Ann said.“Michael must have something to do with it,” her mother insisted.‘Why was Michael on the island?’ Ann wondered. ‘How did Wynn know I was on the island? He also knew I didn’t have memory of the supernatural world,’ Ann realized.“I have to go,” Ann said, making her way to the front door.“I will come with,” her father said.“I don’t need you to babysit me,” Ann declined.“Actually, you do,” her father said and followed her out of the house. “Come, I will drive you.”“Urg,” Ann exclaimed, rolling her eyes but got into her father’s car.Arriving at the higher council, Ann went straight to the lycan throne room to say hello to Jessica, her best friend first, wondering if Jessica knew and agreed to her being compelled. ‘She must have,’ Ann told herself.“Good afternoon,” Deacon greeted Ann and her father. Deacon looked at Eljo, wondering what Ann was doing back in New York.“Where is Jessi