Started When We Were Younger Novels & Stories

We delved deeper into our aspirations, our conversation naturally shifted to our past experiences that had shaped us into the people we were today. I shared stories of my childhood adventures and the lessons I had learned along the way, while Mary spoke of her journey of self-discovery and the challenges she had overcome with resilience and grace.

I bit my lower lip because I had nostalgia back when we were kids. We used to gather in one room and bed like this to play cards and talk about random bugs that we saw in the forest or the streets. “Why are you grinning like that?” I flinched after hearing Eli’s stern voice. I squinted my eyes before sticking out my tongue. “I just remembered back then when we were kids that we used to do stuff like this and talked about bugs.” I giggled. Ethan snorted before chuckling, “I remembered that, you mentioned this one bug that was wriggly and hairy then we all got itchy.”

We had created a legacy that extended far beyond ourselves—a legacy of integrity, empowerment, and the belief that individuals, united in their pursuit of truth and justice, could shape a better future for all. And so, with renewed hope and unwavering determination, we embraced the next chapter of our lives, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The world may continue to present obstacles, but armed with our experiences and the love that bound us, we were prepared to navigate the twists and turns that awaited us.

Drake shrugged with a hint of a smile. "I'm fifteen minutes younger, asshole." I gave him a cold look. "As we got older the pranks became more intense, sometimes a little dangerous for young boys, but we had fun. It was our escape from the harsh reality of our home life. Then at sixteen everything started to change. Our wolves emerged, their strength almost too powerful we didn't know how to contain it, and a need to find our fated was suffocating." "Your fated?" Kiera's eyes widened at me. Goddess, I should just say it.

I added, moving way out in front. Anthony yawned first. "Oh wow, that's so much," he said, stretching so that his neck preemptively cracked at the action. "Yeah, well," I said, smiling and suddenly flung back to the early days when we were all young, naïve, and starting afresh, and things were hard. "Yeah, we have, and we will get through this too," he murmured back.

“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.” “When did you start feeling this way?” He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.” I frowned. “How long exactly?” “When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.” “Wait… what?” I sputtered.

“We’re just getting started.” And he was right. This—our daughter, our love, our purpose—was only the beginning.

“When? When did we first cross paths?” “When your parents turned their backs on your people and brought you to the Midnight pack. We were just kids. Your mom was pregnant at the time, and I think she was scared and panicking. My mother had tried to convince your parents not to do it, but she refused to listen. You and I were sent off to play while they talked. We spent the whole day together.”

I take a deep breath, knowing that what comes next will either strengthen us or destroy us completely. "It started when I was six years old," I began, "standing by a gas station, waiting for a mother who was never coming back."

At the thing that would change everything. "We're just getting started."