Rejection

My toes wiggled in the wet grass as I looked over the gardens of the pack house. It has been so long since I seen this place, I barely recognized it.

I knew I passed out from the pain of my rejection to Blake, but I had no idea how I was standing here. My hand reached to rub over my belly when fear raced through my veins. My children!

"Blake try and find me!" A little girl shouted as she ran through the flower beds and around a fountain. It was me! I was maybe seven years old.

"I always find you, Raven." A young handsome boy came running into my view.

"Only if I want you to." My little self said and quickly rolled under a hedge and bolted to the other side. I knew he was following my voice and I was trying to trick him.

I ran to find myself and smiled when Blake jumped over the bush and tackled me.

"No fair!" I pouted. My little face, porcelain white with ebony hair looked up to my best friend.

"That was plenty fair."

"I was trying to trick you." My dark eyes shined brightly. I don't