I suppose my Mom's words have made him see things her way. Relief washes over me. It means more than I can convey that he supports me in this decision to leave. It is the complete opposite of what he felt only half an hour ago.The peaceful silence we fall into grows. Mom and Dad smile at each other then at us. I know what this means for us and it is going to be harder than I imagined it would. I feel a strange sense of comfort when Samuel reaches under the table and places his hand on top on mine. Our hands rest in my lap."I guess I should start packing then," I say, breaking the silence."Would you like some help?" Mom offers."I would like that."It is going to be the last time she will get to spend any time together with me for a while. I need this because I am going to be parted from her for who knows how long.Samuel gives me an encouraging nod. "I'll just run into town and fill up the tank for our journey back. It's going to take us at least two hours to get there providing tr

Samuel places the last of the bags in the back of his truck. My parents stand by the door, with my father bracing mum as she watches us with tear filled eyes. It is a mix of both happy and sad tears. Although she is happy that I am getting a fresh start, she is also sad to see me go. It is the same for me.I have spent the last half hour, while Samuel was loading up, telling them goodbye. I have hugged and kissed them at least a dozen times. I was not sure they were going to let me go."Are you ready?" he asks, closing the tailgate and proceeding to my side of the vehicle. His hand rests on the door handle while he awaits my reply. He watches the brief exchange of emotions between me, my Mom, and Dad.I smile at them and they return it just as happily despite the tears. They are truly happy ones. I lift my hand and give them a last wave goodbye with a slight movement of my hand while trying to convince myself that this is the right thing to do. I know that it is, but now, here in the

When the morning comes I have forgotten where I am. Nothing looks familiar to me and it isn't until my consciousness fully returns that the events of yesterday start flooding back into my mind. Left home...new pack...slept in Samuel's room.Samuel.He isn't here. The room is empty and the couch that served as his bed is made up and utterly untouched. It is as if he hasn't even spent the night here at all. I have to think back to yesterday just to be sure I haven't imagined him being here.I glance at the clock on the bedside table and yawn. Nine-thirty a.m. it reads. It isn't much different than time I normally wake up in the mornings at home.I slide myself to the side of the bed and push myself off with ease. My feet meet the blue carpet I had admired yesterday.I quickly make my way to the bathroom to use it, before my bladder bursts, then attempt to clean myself up in front of the mirror before anyone catches sight of my ghastly appearance. My hair is in every direction on top of m

I don't sleep well. I try to suppress the memories deep in my subconscious but they resurface over night and the dull wounds left from Logan's wake feel entirely too fresh for me.I scream and clutch my chest all night. My soul is being torn apart all over again as the vivid dream plays through my mind like a horror movie on repeat.Somewhere in my mind I think I know it is merely a dream, but I can not find my way back to reality. I am lost in my own mind with no one to bring me out of my suffering.He has rejected us, my wolf whispers. He has chosen another mate.My wolf whimpers at the new realization and I wish for anything that I can in some way console her, but I am just as broken as her. I feel weak and sick. I have to grab onto the counter just to keep my balance. Logan becomes concerned, but he doesn't move to help me."She's pregnant. Josephine is having our pups," he says.No.The pain inside me is more excruciating than I can convey. It feel as if something inside me has

Once again Samuel and I find ourselves inside the big city that we stopped in on the way to his territory. I am doing my best to adjust to it, but like before, I feel like I stick out- and not in a good way.The restaurant we are in this time is not like the one we were before. This one is nicer and better yet, it is Italian- my favorite. I ask for the spaghetti.After we have eaten our meals we sit at the table making light conversation over dessert, which is almost finished off now.I find it surprising how easy it is to talk to him sometimes. When we aren't worried about things like our rejections or the mating, we fall into conversations effortlessly. It is really nice. Samuel even seems to be quite laid back and carefree tonight which is something I haven't seen in a while. It is very unexpected after how Alpha he went on me today. I'm just glad he has more to him than just his job.Even now, we sit in the nearly empty restaurant laughing our heads off at a story he is telling me