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Just the thought of her made me growl since she had tried to kill Beth. "She's in an institution and will do community service for eighteen months," Beth answered, taking a sip of her drink. "Good," I said. As we were swimming, Tate walked into the backyard, smiling. His eyes immediately found Beth, and he swallowed hard. The two of them were so in love that it hurt to see how long it had taken for them to get together. Their relationship was filled with peace and love, bringing out the best in each other. Beth stood up to greet Tate, and he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Ael, Joe, and I cleared our throats when they didn’t break away right away.

The street was fairly empty save for shop owners, and Beth was very glad for that as she raised the lapel of her trenchcoat up and crossed the road. The tall, blonde guy was waiting for her at the street corner, his hair in its characteristic ponytail, squinting to see her in the glare of the sun. She strolled towards him and returned his smile. "Long time no see." Axel said "How are you?" "I would be fine." She sighed. "This town is getting on my nerves." "Chill." He replied "It's only been four years." Beth glared at him as they strolled together down the street. "We might have a problem. A wolf was captured yesterday. In the woods."

And now, the girl was jealous. Returning her eyes back to the tall male who had taken her to a corner so he could speak to her, she decided to access him once over again. Damn. Beth thought. He was so damn good looking that it was hard not to appreciate his looks. Now that they were close to each other, she could take in proper view of his face. He had a sharp jaw, and he looked much younger than she had thought he was. He should be around eighteen.

It was unknown if this woman was married, but it was obvious from Beth's words that she definitely did not have children. No matter how neat her makeup was, it could be seen that she was about the same age as Beth. Yet, Beth's children were already in their twenties. It would be difficult for this woman to have a child at this age. "I heard from Marshall that you found your daughter. Congratulations," the woman said. That was a direct acknowledgment that she was in contact with Marshall.

A strong hybrid that they could use to defeat packs. I returned to my notes, scanning the pack schedule I had memorized. "Beth takes the twins to the main garden each afternoon for sun exposure. It's considered therapeutic for their developing abilities. I'll make my approach then, when she's focused on them and less likely to analyze me thoroughly." I was hoping it worked. "Don't underestimate her," my handler warned. "Beth Matthews has survived multiple attempts by various organizations to neutralize her. There's a reason the supernatural community considers Fireside and Paw packs impenetrable."

He had no other family atleast none he has ever met before. "If you're ok with it you can come live with me." Beth spoke up. Her parents died when she was still very young and she herself had been taken in by a kindly older women when she was 6 years old. Although Christopher was older and the situation a little different she still could not help but to relate a little bit.

There was no one. Beth was older than her and should have one already if that was the way of the family. In a few weeks, her sister would be eighteen and when the London season came, she would make her debut into society. She was simply thirteen yet she already had a man's proposal. How was it possible?

I said. “Oh..” Beth sighed, taken aback by my generousity and kindness. “Well, it's okay now. At first I was hurt, but now I have hobbies to keep me straight. Medicine is everything for me, and agriculture.” Then she giggled as though recalling something. “What is it?” I asked her. “Guess how old I am?” Thoughtfully, I said, “Peharps in your mid-thirties.” She bursted into laughter and shook her head. “I'm seventy one.”

I whisper to Bethy. "Mhm, but twinsie had me by the beginning of the tour, we bullied everyone to give us extra candy," Beth says with a smile, I'm not sure about her relation with the twins anymore, not until they find their own little or she graduates, maybe we'll do it together this year!

Ten minutes later, I followed a red-faced Beth who practically stomped her feet out of my office. To say the blonde haired, fake boobed, over makeup twenty-one-year-old was angry with me, was an understatement. Beth was not the usual type of girl I usually employed here, but I had hired last fall in an attempt to be more inclusive.