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Every summer, we would sell out the houses to vacationers. “Alpha!” I turned to look at Ricky, my Gamma, leaning out of the door. He was motioning to me, and I sighed. Unhooking my arm from Helena, I walked over to him. “What is it, Gamma?” “So, we have most places booked through the next couple of months. Plus, we are completely booked for June, July and August already as well. The plan for the last 4th of July and the Summer Festival worked swimmingly.” He winked.

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

August. The last full month of summer arrived with the particular knowledge of its own ending — not melancholy, nothing so dramatic, just the specific quality of late summer light that carried in it the awareness of what it was. The evenings were still long but beginning, by degrees so small they required attention to detect, to shorten. The morning air had a crispness under the warmth that wasn't there in July. The pack responded to it the way packs responded to seasonal shift — not with urgency, but with a kind of collective gathering, the beginning of turning toward the interior.

He pulled Emma closer, kissing her deeply, pouring all his love and fear into it. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “I choose you. Always you.” She kissed him back with equal passion. “Then we face it together.” Outside, the rain began again…harder this time, as if the sky itself sensed the coming storm. Somewhere in the darkness, Lydia’s final ally was moving. And the lake house, their home, their sanctuary, was once again in the crosshairs. The summer that had begun with stolen glances and forbidden desire was ending in fire and blood.

Summer was looking out the window and I smiled, her scent always calms me, she was still beautiful to me, even after the incident but she seemed so different now but not in a bad way. I love the sexy Summer, the bold Summer, the not-so-afraid Summer and I guess some near-death experiences can change you. She looked at me and smiled saying, "I wanted to go to lunch with you but you seem to have lunch already," showing me Savi's lipstick on my collar and I close my eyes saying, "Fuck." Summer said, "No worries, you can keep fucking the bitch," but we are leaving to go to Lubartown today, I have business there, so you either come with me or stay here with that bitch," and she walked out. I foll

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

“How are your parents doing, anyway? I feel like it's been an age since I had a good long conversation with your Mom.” “Enjoying retirement,” he replied, shaking his head as they eased onto the road. “For a guy who swore he’d never quit the practice, Dad's sure having a great time without it. They’re home for the rest of the summer before jetting off on a European tour for an entire month. They just got home from Yosemite a few weeks ago.” “Wow. That’s different. They always seemed like such homebodies to me.”

August 15th (Saturday) Finn came by to visit James, Sunny, and, of course, sweet Mrs. Sweeney. James happened to have a bad summer cold. He kept coughing and sneezing as his mother looked at him and said, "Boy! That awful cold better be gone before the trip, and I sure hope I don’t catch it! " Finn then looked at Mrs. Sweeney as he asked, "When are you guys going?" “And for how long? “

"Yeah, I just had to get reminded by my best friend. This would make a great plot for those crazy romance books you read. A girl goes on a summer vacation and-" "Alright, alright." Kait raises her hands in surrender and slips off my desk. "You're pissed. I probably shouldn't have asked, but I did because it's a logical question, so stop being so defensive. Jeez." She sighs, her long fingers smoothing the pleats of her pants. Yet I'm the dramatic one. "He has an eagle tattoo on his back," I blurt, then blink hard. How on earth could I have forgotten that? A smile spreads on my lips, and I clap my hands in excitement like I've just been told I won the lottery.