Forty-one Mia Conner I realized there was a lot to Mason that I didn’t remember. The witches magic that was used to make me forget my past had made me forget a lot. When I was a werewolf, I remembered things that had happened that I forgot about. A lot of things. There had been so many events leading up to Vegas, the first night. So many small, little things…if only Mason had told me the truth, maybe we could have been together sooner. The night at The Hamptons, the incident in the library…. That didn’t even begin to cover everything. Because there was also the night of my 19th birthday. My 19th birthday happened my sophomore year. Brooklyn, Meredith, and I were all living in an apartment together. Well, it was more of an extremely, big loft. The kind of place that could fit several apartments into it at once. It took up the whole of the top floor of some fancy building in New York that was, of course, owned by the Cresce

Forty-three:Mia Conner Winter Solstice at The Lodge was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Aunt Rachel and I had a small Christmas together, but most of the time we didn’t do anything extravagant. This was on a whole other level. Everything was covered in snow. Although it wasn’t Christmas the Crescent family celebrated, there was still all of the trappings of Christmas. They still had a tree that was decorated with presents under it. There were stockings hanging from the fire place. All of them had the family names embroidered on them. On my first morning there, I noticed that there was one with my name on it. “Oh hey!” I said to Brooklyn as she came down. “Thanks for the stocking. You didn’t have to do that.” Brooklyn made a face. “You’ve got a stocking?” I nodded and showed her, pointing to the purple and blue stocking that had my name embroidered on it in silver. “You didn’t have anything to do with that?” My friend

Forty-four:Mason Crescent Rachel wasn’t the only one that had used magic to wipe Mia’s memories. I’d had to do it to. When she started sleep walking in college was the first time. Then…then there was the incident that happened when Mia came to stay with us at The Lodge. She went ice skating with Brooklyn and my brother, and she fell through the ice. I had no idea how it happened. All I knew was that I had visions of her drowning, and I got to the house as fast as I possibly could. I pulled her out in my wolf form and dragged her to the house. She was shivering, and coughing up water. Her skin had turned blue. “What the hell happened?” I demanded of Camden, who had followed me inside. Camden shook his head. “I don’t know!” he said. “The ice was fine and then one minute…it completely dropped out from her.” “Shit!” I hissed. “Get a witch. Please. Get a witch---” “Alright, alright.” “I feel…”

Forty-six: Mason Crescent I was still stuck somewhere that I couldn’t place. Stuck in my memories of me and Mia. The last one I was stuck in had been that winter she came to the lodge and nearly drowned. After, Mia went home briefly. Rachel must have given her whatever potion she’d been using to suppress her memories. She never brought up that Winter Solstice again. I thought that maybe it was because I had finally gotten through to her. That we couldn’t be together. Then, that year in France happened. Her junior year of college, Mia decided that she was going to work at one of our hotels in France so that she could get more experience working in the kitchen. Brooklyn had actually contacted Cole and Camden to set up the whole thing. It was done without my knowledge. I only found out about it when she didn’t come back the next year to stay with Meredith and Brooklyn at the apartment that we rented for them. My sisters were unpacking when I arrived

Forty-eight: Mason Crescent I was stuck in my wolf-form. My body had been taken from me. Sullivan Carina had it. I didn’t know how to get it back. I was lost somewhere in the forest and I kept on going over all of the old memories of me and Mia in my head. If only I had found the courage to be with her sooner, if only, if only…. that was what I was stuck thinking about. My wolf couldn’t shift because my human form had been taken from me. All I could do was focus on my memories of her. Mia spent her junior year in France working at one of her hotels. I couldn’t leave her alone. So, I went and I purposefully spent my time working at the same hotel that she was. On her first day in the restaurant, I placed an order. I then left a message for the Chef to specifically make it so that his newest sous chef delivered it to me just so that I could see her. I watched her come out of the back kitchen, look around the room, and when she saw where I was, her ey