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ONE YEAR BEFORE It was the week before Tara’s birthday, and even though she wasn’t quite at the official mating age yet, she was still totally excited about the event. Tara would be turning 20, and as always, it was a chance for the three of us to celebrate together. We spent nearly every moment of that week planning her birthday. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy, just a small cake at Tara’s home with her family, and then we’d head out for a girls' night. Simple, but perfect.

As Tara’s mind was wandering while she was thinking about David, she heard a voice behind her, and then she felt a slap on her shoulder. “Tara, who are you waiting for?” When Tara heard that voice, she knew it was her friend, June Allard, from the same department as her. She was also known as one of the four rising stars in the Acting Department just like Tara. June was half a head shorter than Tara, but she looked cute. She was the perfect embodiment of cute and petite and was the kind of woman that could trigger a man’s urge to protect her. “No one. June, where are you going?” Tara asked.

And in one night, Hunter Blackwood had destroyed all of it. The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, releasing a cloud of steam into the already humid room. Tara emerged wearing one of the cheap terrycloth robes provided by the motel, her dark hair hanging in wet tangles around her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face blotchy and raw. She looked younger than her eighteen years, vulnerable in a way that made my protective instincts flare to life. "Feel better?" I asked gently, though we both knew the answer.

She looks at me in that way a mother dotes on her child when they have an injury. “Tara, really. I’m fine. I think I am just still a little buzzed from the party.” “Jason, you do realize that was two days ago.” Now she looks really concerned as she helps me up off of the floor and to the couch. Tara is my older sister by a year and three months. She is 34, and any man would be lucky to have her, but she has yet to find that right one. She is pale, and it matches with her long dirty blonde hair and her beautiful green eyes.

"We've been together a few years now and I love you with all my heart. I've always been in love with you, but you've only been sober a few years and we're still looking for Tara. If we fail to locate her or she doesn't want to see you, I wouldn't want that or anything to upset your healing, so I think we should wait. Don't worry beautiful , I'm not going anywhere." Jack was by her side when the detective he'd hired called with the news that they'd located Tara, who was almost 19. Tara wanted very much to see her mother, she'd been trying to find her as well, but Tara's search had reached a dead end. Jack set it up and went with his girlfriend to steady her nerves.

Tara finds me first. "Hey, girl!" I call, lifting a hand. Tara lights up immediately and comes barreling toward me like a blonde missile. "CAT!" She wraps me in a hug hard enough to crack ribs. "You smell aggressive today," she says brightly as she steps back. "I saw Sandra before eight a.m." Tara winces. "Damn. That's rough." Tara is a wolf from Red Ridge, the neighboring pack. Blonde, blue-eyed, outgoing, loud, fearless. The type of girl who could wear a crop top during a snowstorm and somehow survive through pure confidence alone.

I sat on the chaise lounge and made myself contented by just looking at her. She nodded, and she went quiet for a long time. “Please, talk to me, Tara,” I begged. Her silence was driving me crazy. “What happened six years ago, Blake?” She asked again, but her eyes were fixed on the swimming pool. “We both agreed for a six-year break, and when she’s done with her Ph.D., she’ll come back, and we’ll get married.” Tara took a deep breath. “Not a clean break, just a break from all these,” She uttered in a low voice. She turned her face to me. “Do you think she’ll love Bree?”

Tara: I’ll be waiting. I get out of bed and throw on some sweat pants and a sweater. I stick my phone in my pocket and head for my window. I sneak out as quietly as I can, shutting my window to a crack. My heart is hammering in my chest. My nerves are on fire. I have never done anything like this before. I don’t think my parents would know how to punish me if I got caught, seeing as they’ve never had a reason to before. I head for the clubhouse and can already see that Tara is there. There’s a small light coming from one of the windows which I know is from a candle. I climb up and see Tara lying down in the sleeping bags. She smiles when she sees me and motions for me to join her.

"Hmm, think I'll be staying the night." I sip my beer. "S'ok, you're always welcome here." A beat of silence then Tara says. "Won't interfere with you fucking Laurie Van B?" I feel a cold chill come over me. I don't have an answer. Tara waits, then resumes. "I got off work early, stopped by, walked around because I thought you'd be in the pool. Quite a sight, her over the couch and my father's ass clenching as he fucked her. Nice, father, she's what? Ten years younger than you?"

“At first glance, maybe, but not so much when you really look closely.” “They’re completely different styles. One is like a peony—vibrant and stunning. The other is pure and elegant, like an orchid.” Tara kept her composure, her smile calm. “Maybe it’s destiny. Even when I was younger, people used to say I resembled the famous Nina.” Her words carried an undertone that wasn’t lost on those paying attention, exchanging subtle glances. It was true that Tara was young, just twenty-one and fresh out of college, with a natural beauty that exuded innocence and simplicity.