---Warrick---  It’s summer. Everything is green and smells of grass. The sky is bright blue, and the sun is harsh overhead. It must be early afternoon. Two pups barrel out of the pack house, their laughter carrying across the lawn to my ears. I am shocked when I notice the boy looks just like me, but his eyes are Divina’s bright blue, and the little girl’s pig tails are a light blonde. When she turns to me, I stagger back. What the hell is going on? She looks just like Divina. Same blue eyes, same light hair, same blinding smile. “Thomas! Elise! Did y’all sneak cookies again?” I familiar voice yells and the pups shriek and take off running around the pack house. Their laughter growing faint as they hide from the voice. My vision tunnels as she steps out ont

Mom was devastated when she learned that my dad was immortal and had lived other lives before her. She was especially upset that he had almost a dozen other children he never told us about. I was glad I wasn’t around for that conversation. I know it must have been difficult for him to tell her those things. I took the news much better than she did. The hardest thing for mom to swallow was the fact that she would continue to grow old and die while my dad would never change. I had continued to do research and had two options for them to pick from. He and my mom would have to decide what they wanted to do. Both came with risks, but one was greater than the other.   I knock on the door to my parents' bedroom. “Mom. Dad. Can I talk to you?” I ask. Dad opens

Greg didn’t join us for the movie. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t because my thoughts were of Warrick, and he would know I wasn’t fully present with him. I miss Warrick. God, it hurts to even admit that. I’m not supposed to miss the man that betrayed our bond. I may be the first werewolf to ever be rejected after being marked. The thought brings an ache to my chest. Why wasn’t I worth fighting for? What did I do wrong? I quickly wipe away the traitor tears that escaped down my cheeks. I didn’t want to have to explain myself to Bren and Damien. I glance at the clock and realize where the time is and take a few deep breaths to compose myself before quietly leaving the media room. I step out the back door of the pack house and walk to the edge of the porch. Suddenly, I had the strongest urge to remove my shoes and feel the grass between my toes. With my shoes kicked off, I quickly bound down the steps and give a contented sigh when I feel the cool grass

I hear a sliding glass door being pushed open and look up to the balcony on the 2nd floor. It’s awfully late for someone to be up, isn’t it? I look at my phone and realize it’s almost two in the morning. Wow, I flew for a long time. I can only see the silhouette of the person standing on their balcony and watch as a red, glowing ember rises to their face. Whoever they were, they were enjoying a late night or early morning smoke. A gust of wind pushes against my back, pushing the loose strands of my hair into my face. I continue watching the man as he brings his cigarette up for another drag, but then freezes inches from his face. He slowly lowers his hand to his side and drops the cigarette and grounds it out against the balcony floor. He places his hands on the railing and bows his head, standing perfectly still. When another gust of wind blows over me, a few seconds pass before he snaps

I groan and roll on my back. “Ow!” I pull a stick out from under me. What the hell? I pause and take in my surroundings and squint my eyes from the harsh sunlight that dances through the canopy of the trees above me. Where am I? I think to myself and shriek when I hear someone clear their throat near me. “Sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to startle you.” My dad says with a sheepish grin on his face. He is sitting on a large rock near me with his pure white wings resting behind him. The tattoos of his right arm catch my eye and I follow them to his right pectoral muscles. I admire my handy work and decide it suits him. His eyes search mine with worry and his grin falls. “What happened to you?” He asks as I also ask, “How did you know where I was? I don’t even know where I am? His smile is soft, and he scoots over to me and reaches for my hand. “Ever since your angel side awakened and you started healing me, I have had the ability to track you because you are