Okay guys. You are never going to believe this.
Some old lady backed up into me and hit me with her car.
And then acted like it was my fault and didn't apologize!
Ugh. People.
But you guys wouldn't hit me with your cars, would you?
No... Because I have an upload for you!
Enjoy!
The ride to Henry and Violas house was quiet yet comforting. I couldn't have thought of anything to say anyway. My throat was constricted of air, let alone words.
I was seeing a path spread out like the horizon before me. A path that included Kallen, Dante, myself.. And so much happiness.
I could see a log cabin, with brown shingles and burgundy drapes in the windows...
A yard, with luscious green grass and a blue sky that practically sparkled...
My son, playing with his dog, and a little girl with Dante's brown eyes an blonde hair dancing on the soft grass.
And I could see Dante moving towards me with a smile on his face and love in his eyes.
He was breathtakingly beautiful and he was mine.
Finally...he was mine.
But we were not in the clear just yet.
My son, my beautiful baby boy, was taken from me.
And I had to get him back.
One way or another.
Dante parked his white Ferrari in the drive way of Henry and Viola's house. I looked at the simple building, blinking away the memories of my first arrival here.
I was fourteen years old and Kallen had just turned two. It was a fight with the poice to keep him, but it would have meant the death of me had they taken him. Henry and Viola were the only ones who were willing to take on a werewolf with a child.
Especially a child that didn't belong to her mate.
It was also here that I first saw Dante. I knew immdiately who he was, who he was to me, and I made it my mission to keep anyone from ever finding out.
Ever.
From that day, four years ago, I have not shifted.
But I had a feeling that I was going to have to. I could feel Kia stirring inside of me, twitching, pacing, moving.
War was coming, and I was going to have to prepare to fight.
Fight my brother.
Fight my father.
Fight everything that I had once stood proudly for among the royals of Romania.
But I would do it for my son.
Dante looked over to me and laid a hand on mine, sending warmth thorughout my skin and electricity into my blood stream.
"Ready?" He asked me, his voice low and his accent roling over each letter.
How I could have denied him for so long is beyond me...
"As I will ever be."
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