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Heidi JonesI'm so sorry that I never finished loading up my story. I was unaware that it was incomplete until I just looked at it. Just a couple of chapters left until the end.
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My Hope 51
HopeI am trying not to freak out as Noah searches for me. I am sending all the love I have through the bond. He said strong emotions will make my location easier for him to detect. He just told me they got Chuck at the airport. That is such a relief. I hated to think that his mom or anyone else would be in danger from that psycho. I can sense Noah is close, then he confirms it. "I feel you Love. I'm almost there. I believe you are on the top floor." I can sense his anxiety. I try sending as much confident vibes as possible.Then I hear feet pounding out in the hallway. They stop right outside the door. "I'm here!" I yell. Then the door comes crashing in. He kicked it down. Werewolf strength. He looks strait at me and runs to my side. His arms are around me. He looks me up and down franticly checking for injuries. He places kisses on top of my head and then all over my face. "Thank God."Then he notices the cuffs and the angry red marks around my wrists from them.
My Hope 52
Noah I have decided that nothing is going to keep Hope away from me. Not my job, not her dad, and definitely not a crazy person. She is my Soul Mate, and she needs to be in my arms and in my home from now on. I won't hide our relationship. I am going to marry her. She is the most important person in my life. I just told her that I am quitting my job. She is looking at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am. "Noah, you can't just quit your job! That's crazy!" "It's keeping us from being together. I should have been with you at that dance. You should be in my arms, holding my hand." "Noah, I agree that we should be together, but you have responsibilities that prevent that right now. I will graduate soon, and then we can officially become a couple." She insists. "Hope, listen to me. My job is just something I do for extra money and because I enjoy teaching. I have a degree. I can get a job at any of 5 high schools that are within an hour’s drive of here. Or I can do som
My Hope 53
EpilogueFour Years Later Hope stood on the back deck of their home overlooking the river. She was 6 months away from her degree in Child Psychology. So many wonderful moments were spent in this very spot. She leaned along the railing and thought about the wedding they had right here. It was a year after she graduated high school. Noah had finished building this beautiful home and she had just finished her first year at Harvard. The whole pack had come. Along with Hope's Mom and Dad. It was a beautiful summer day. She had never been happier in her life. She married her Soul Mate. It was beyond her dreams. Another wedding had been performed here a year later. One of the pack who had been searching for his mate for years had finally found her. A human from California. Everyone was thrilled to add one more to their small group. She had accepted their life pretty quickly after learning about their kind. Zander and Zade were still searching. Hope had prayed man
My Hope 1
HopeI watched the trees whip by as we drove along the highway toward our new home. I was full of anxious excitement. What would my life be like in this new place, I wondered? Mom and Dad sat in the front discussing everything from decorating the house to their new jobs. Even though I was leaving behind everything I knew, as well as a best friend, I was still optimistic asthat this was a positive step forward. You need change in order to grow. New experiences make a fuller life. I would keep telling myself that.The concern my mind kept wandering back to is school. Will I make any good friends? Will people like me? Will I have the kind of deep and meaningful relationships I left back home? I truly hoped so. Mom said that the world is full of friends that you just haven’t met yet. I believe her who
My Hope 2
HopeMonday morning came before I knew it. We spent the last few days unpacking our entire life. There were still a couple boxes here and there. But Mom was highly organized and kept us focused on getting things as normal as possible. I was glad she forced me to hang up all my clothes. I could easily see what I wanted to wear. I nice warm sweater. Perfect for the first week in January. I let my long curly hair hang loose down my back. It was light brown with some natural highlights. Mom says I’m gorgeous. But that’s what Moms are supposed to say. I think I look alright. Guys say they love my hazel eyes. But I assume that is just a pickup line. I’m a little taller than most girls at five foot nine and still growing. Mom says I have model height. I just feel slightly embarrassed that I am taller than some of the guys in my class. And I have a hard time finding dresses that go to my knees and pants that don
My Hope 3
HopeZade and his brother are in my next class too. Now that I don’t have a huge masculine distraction, I can pay attention to my surroundings. This teacher also introduces me but does not make me talk about myself. This class is pretty laid back. The teacher says she doesn’t have everything together yet for this semester and that we can use it as a study hall for today. Since we just came from break, everyone decides to just talk. I figure I will use this opportunity to meet Zade’s brother, since I really wasn’t paying attention last period. His name is Zander. The guys are super entertaining. They have me laughing the whole time. Different girls approach them throughout class to ask about their winter break. Or simply flirt shamelessly. They barely give them a moment of their time. Then they are back to asking me questions about my life. They seem gen
My Hope 4
HopeI am ready for school before Mom even checks to see if I’m awake. I actually put a little effort into getting ready this morning. A little mascara and lip gloss. I even smoothed out all the curls in my hair, so they were shiny and bouncy. When I appear in the kitchen, Mom eyes me with a big smile on her face. “Are you trying to impress a certain set of twins this morning?” “No Mom, I did this for me. I just wanted to look nice.” I explain. “Okay, sure, you keep telling yourself that sweetie.” Then she gives me a wink and a pat on my cheek. If she only knew this was for my teacher. The twins are standing outside the school when we pull up. “Which is which?” Mom asks. “I honestly don’t know yet. I can tell when they talk to me. Zade is more animated and louder, but Zand
My Hope 5
HopeI watch the clock, waiting to go to English. Today continues the same as yesterday. The twins walk me to class. I feel a great sense of relief come over me when I enter the room. His scent is soothing. I take a deep breath and feel refreshed by it. Somehow stronger. His big smile is what I have been waiting to see. I wish I could just sit and talk to him. But I go to my desk and try not to stare. We discuss the first two chapters of the book and receive our homework assignment. Too quickly, my time with him is over. I got no more than a couple of glances from him. It is kind of heartbreaking. When I enter his room again later for Creative Writing, his face lights up with a full-blown smile. Dimples and all. He approaches me and reaches out his hands toward me, as if coming in for a hug. I automatically move toward him as wel
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