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  Landon’s hardly blind anymore. His wolf is always on the surface; however, he is able to keep the animalistic part at bay. I am so proud of what he has overcome and endured. He is the strongest person I know.

  I sit down at my usual spot, giving his hand a squeeze as I smile over at Blondie and Jesse. Blondie is a brother to me. I trust him with my entire being. And Jesse and I are as close as ever.

  “Mommy!” I hear a little girl call. I look over my shoulder to see my beautiful golden-haired daughter run up to me.

  Mae. We finally had the daughter of our dreams.

  Landon was right. Together, we picked up each other pieces and made the other whole again. Only then, were we able to start a family.

  I pick up my daughter and place her on my lap. Mae’s long hair reaches her mid-back as I comb my fingers through it, aware of Landon watching us. He claims he could never be happier. And Mae is the reason he works hard to keep his sight.

  “I will not miss a moment of Mae’s life. One day, she will be eighteen with a mate of her own and will no longer be our baby girl.” Just like his dream. Landon told me those exact words a few nights ago, and it brought me back to the memory of Landon’s dream.

  Trent runs down the stairs, and Jesse gets up in time for Trent to slide into the seat next to Blondie. The moment his butt hits the seat, both of their elbows hit the table, and they are locked into an arm wrestling duel. I smile, watching as they struggle until Mason finally wins. Mason is a Beta. He outranks Trent. He always wins the arm wrestling contests; however, Trent dominates in Rock Paper Scissors.

  That part of the dream was correct as well. They’ve been dueling for two years, determined to see who will be the godfather.

  Why would Trent want to be Uncle and the godfather?

  Jesse was the godmother, and we gave Mason the title of godfather. I think Trent just does this to get under Blondie’s skin.

  “Where’s Auntie Natalie?” Mae asks. I gaze down at her, yet again the dream is entering my thoughts. Perhaps Landon really did get a glimpse of the future. A rare and special gift.

  Yes, Natalie is her favorite. She just adores being in her Aunt’s arms. Natalie spoils her rotten with gifts and hugs.

  “Right here, you little monster!” Natalie says, coming from the kitchen and plucking Mae from my lap. My daughter squeals with delight and I look over at my mate, reaching over to grab his hand again. He gives it a light squeeze, sending me a wink.

  “We did it,” he says. I look around the table.

  Blondie and Trent are still bickering. Jesse is sitting at the end of the table, watching my daughter and Natalie. And even though Jenny isn’t here right now, she is still a huge part of our lives.

  Yes, Landon is right. We did it. We conquered and overcame the tragedy that was placed before us. We are happy and a family. Every day we share is a blessing, and I will never live in regret again.

  For we won.

  The End

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  01

  Scarlett

  “—Shift.”

  I was jolted out of my daydreaming by the sound of a loud voice ringing in my ear. I turned around with raised brows to find Darlene, the shift manager of the small family-owned diner, staring at me expectantly with a tray of dirty dishes in one hand. I had clearly missed the important parts of whatever she had been saying to me.

  A sheepish grin worked its way up my face. “What was that?”

  She rolled her eyes and blew a stray hair out of her face. “I said, do you mind covering the end of my shift for me? My babysitter called. Apparently, Graham is running a pretty high fever.”

  I nodded my head. “Sure, no problem.” It wasn’t like I had any plans for the evening anyway, other than obsessively checking the mail. There were only two weeks left before graduation, and I was yet to hear from any of the colleges I had applied to.

  Darlene let out a small sigh. “Thanks, Scarlett. I owe you.”

  I waved my hand. “Don’t worry about it. I know how hard it is on you being left to take care of Graham while Troy is away. I’m happy to help lighten the load.” Her husband had to travel a lot for his job, and that left Darlene with extra parenting duties.

  She gave me a grateful smile as she turned away with the tray of dishes. “You’re truly an angel, Scarlett.”

  I snorted at her comment. “I already agreed to cover you. You don’t need to kiss my butt anymore, Darlene.”

  She gave me a playful wink before turning away, disappearing through the kitchen door. I slowly turned back around with a sigh. This was going to be a long night of nothing but the virtual emptiness of the diner.

  I was happy when a familiar face shuffled through the front door of the diner, setting off the little bell that hung above the door. He lifted his hand to his head, ruffling his dark hair which was starting to look shaggy around the edges. This boy would look like a mountain man if it weren’t for my constant influence in his life. He met my gaze briefly as he reached out and grabbed one of the cheaply made menus from an empty table. He flipped through the pages quickly before setting it back down.

  I pulled the pen and pad from the front pocket of my stained apron. “What can I get you, Wyatt?”

  He shrugged as he moved closer toward me. “I think a cup of coffee will be fine. It’s been a long day.”

  “It’s going to be a bit longer. Darlene asked me to cover the end of her shift,” I commented with an apologetic smile. Wyatt had promised to pick me up after my shift ended while I was running out the door this morning.

  He let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “Of course, she did. Well, there is a meeting tonight. Guess it’s going to be extra long for both of us, sweetheart,” he replied with a sarcastic grin as I poured him a cup of coffee and placed it on the counter in front of me.

  Darlene approached us carrying her purse, her jacket slung over her arm. “You know the coffee here is shit, Wyatt. I don’t know why you keep ordering it when you only ever have a sip and leave the rest.”

  Wyatt ignored her comment. The two of them were always at each other’s throats for reasons unknown to me. He pressed his hands to the counter, breathing in deeply. His nose scrunched up a bit, and he looked over at me. “You smell.” I frowned at my cousins greeting as he sat himself down on a stool at the breakfast counter, grabbing the coffee.

  “Gee, you really know how to compliment a girl,” I grumbled, my voice dripping with sarcasm. My cousin and I had a very close relationship, considering that my parents had taken him in after his father ran off and his mother got sick. He returned the favor when my parents died, taking me into his home and raising me like I was his kid sister.

  “God, Wyatt…” Darlene remarked as she threw her arms into the sleeves of her jacket, pulling up the collar. “Even if a woman does stink, you shouldn’t comment on it. And you wonder why you’re still single.”

  Her words brought a smile to my face, and I gave him a sharp look. I snickered as I turned away from my cousin who was pouting at the blunt reprimand he had received. I could see Winston, our cook, slaving away over the grill through the small hole, singing along to some garbage being gurgled out of the old boom box he kept in the kitchen. The diner was my home away from home, and its motley crew was my self-created wolf pack even if they were only humans.

  “Wyatt,” she said his name in a flat tone. Darlene had never cared much for my cousin. Maybe it’s because he had a knack for putting his foot in his mouth… or maybe because they had gone “grown-up” together and he’d been quite the fool back in his younger years.

  “See you tomorrow, Scarlett. Thanks again,” she called.

  I turned around to give her a quick wave. “See
ya, Darlene. Tell Graham I said hello and hope he feels better,” I called back as she exited the front door, the bell ringing again.

  Wyatt lifted his gaze to mine, staring at me expectantly with wide eyes as if he was waiting for something. I stared back at him, shifting my hands to my hips. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” I reached up with a hand and wiped it across my cheek, checking to see if there was any food splatter. It was a hazard of the job.

  “Can’t you feel it, Scarlett?” he asked me in a soft voice so that no one else could hear. Hell, if it weren't for my extra-sensitive senses I probably wouldn’t have heard him either.

  I narrowed my eyes in confusion at his question. “What are talking about? Are you feeling okay, Wyatt?” I reached out and placed my hand on his forehead. He pulled back with a furrowed brow and looked at me as if I had two heads.

  “After all the complaining and whining I had to listen to from you… are you seriously telling me that you don’t feel even the slightest bit different?” he asked a little louder in an exasperated tone, waving his hand in the air dramatically. I had no idea what he was going on about or why he seemed so upset.

  I looked around the small room at the other patrons who seemed content to ignore his outburst. I leaned forward, stuffing my notepad back into the pocket of my apron. “I don’t know why you think I should feel different, but I feel the same as I always do. Unless you want to count the fact that my feet feel like I’ve been walking barefoot on hot coals. These ten-hour shifts have been killing me,” I whined at him.

  He gave me a slow blink, shaking his head. “Seriously, Scarlett?”

  “What?” I questioned with a tired tone.

  “Your scent—”

  I held up a hand, cutting off his thought mid-sentence.

  “I know. I know. I smell, but in my defense, you would smell too if you worked with greasy food all day,” I snapped at him, growing tired of the conversation he was having with me. If I wanted to be insulted, I’m sure I could easily find one of my peers to satisfy that need without a problem. Human or shifter, they were all eager to tear someone else down to elevate themselves.

  He shook his head at me. “No, your scent has changed, Scarlett. Your wolf has matured. I can smell her on you now.”

  I stared at him blankly as I digested his words. Had my wolf finally reached maturity without me noticing? I searched my mind for a sign of my wolf’s presence. I had been waiting for this moment since I hit puberty. Most of my peers had already matured, leaving me like an outsider when it came to the pack.

  All shifters had to go through two stages of puberty: the natural human one and the beast underneath. It could happen at any time, but basically, it meant that the connection between human and wolf was fully formed. It wasn’t until this happens that we were allowed to attend actual pack events. Most of my friends had already matured. I had been left in the group of late bloomers. Sometimes, it happened that a wolf never matured. These people were seen as Omegas. They were still a part of the pack, but they would never be considered true wolves.

  I shifted back and forth on my feet, concentrating hard. “I don’t feel any different.”

  Wyatt took a sip of his coffee. “You will trust me.” He pulled the mug away from himself, peering down into the cup with a small look of disgust before setting it down. “But you know what this means?”

  “What?” I questioned with a raised brow.

  He met my gaze with a knowing look. “You don’t have to wait in the car like the other pups during the meeting tonight. You’re a true wolf now,” he teased as he gave me a wolfish grin. I rolled my eyes at his comment, but on the inside, I felt a bubble of excitement.

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  Acknowledgements

  When I was a little girl, it was nearly impossible for me to pick up a book and read. I was constantly told by aunts and grandparents that reading will transport me to a whole new world. I never found a book that captivated my attention for more than two minutes. That is until my eighth year of school.

  I have two people to thank for bringing me into the world of reading. One is my eighth-grade English teacher, and the other is my mother who emailed my teacher in desperation to see my eyes light up with love for fictional characters. I was recommended a series; you may know it as Twilight, and my world was changed forever.

  I want to thank my agent, Dane Gayosa, and all at Blvnp Incorporated, for giving me the opportunity of a lifetime. Dane, I owe you more than I could say!

  I want to thank my cousins, Ruthie and Keller, for being strong advocates of my work. With every chapter updated, I could practically see them pulling out their phones to read my material. Without their support and constant praise, I might not have had the drive to continue writing.

  I want to thank my brothers, Bradley and Michael, for never doubting me or my dreams. They always supported the fact that I wanted to be an author and never told me to dream a little smaller.

  I want to thank my dad for being a provider for my brothers and me, allowing us to pursue our dreams.

  Starbucks has also paid a big part of my journey as an author… And no, not just for the countless amount of caffeine that helped me stay awake at the late hours to write. Starbucks has provided me with a wonderful job as a shift manager and, along with that, is gifting me with free education. So, a big thanks to Starbucks Coffee and company!

  All my fans on Wattpad have most definitely contributed to my direction in writing. All their comments and reviews have left a large impact. I thank each and every one of them for reading the material that I post and giving great feedback.

  We all have role models in our lives: a celebrity, a historical figure, or most commonly a family member. My grandfather, Ken Hyde, has always been my biggest inspiration. His story, filled with trials and tribulations, have taught me to never give up. We may be in a valley, but the good news is that we will soon stand atop a mountain. My grandfather has a strong passion for literature and writing, and I am glad to be a part of this domain with him.

  The last person I would like to thank and acknowledge is, again, my mother. There is not a doubt in my mind that without her constant love and support, I would not be where I am as an author. She has read and edited every chapter of every book I’ve written and even acted as a manager! Thank you, Mom… I love you forever!

  Author’s Note

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  About the Author

  I live in Oswego, Illinois. I am a shift manager at Starbucks, and I am using the Starbucks Achievement Plan through Arizona State University to get my bachelors in English. My favorite spot to write is in my living room, sitting on the couch with my dog by my feet. My passion for writing is inspired by my grandfather, who is a professor at Harper College and holds a talent for w
riting himself.