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“I didn’t know that.” “Yeah, she was being chased by a Vampire, and she was in a do or die situation, so she was able to Transform early. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. I only know one Guardian who Transformed late, and he was twenty-three, but it can happen.” “I was just thinking… I know you said I could finish high school and college there, but what if I wanted to wait until I had graduated, you know? Got my degree,” Brandon said. “If I decided to go through with it.”

I don’t have a dad or a pack all I have are Willow, Reign, Danny and Sofia. The brother and I meet outside of a human town south of my pack lands and we hit it off right away. Danny is the eldest of the brother and the outspoken one of the three. They left their pack after Banner kicked them out. He had taken over their lands and killed their alpha and his family. Willow and Reign could be mistaken for twins but their two years apart making Willow the youngest of our group of misfits at the young age of seventeen. He hasn’t had his first shift yet.

Raf hissed, and Saraya wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Miah giggled and carefully lifted Zee into her arms, flying out of the room with Vidhant close behind her. However, Vidhant didn’t leave without adding his own spark to the fire. “By the way, I don’t have a problem getting another boy or a girl bumblebee,” he said. Before Raf could reach him, he darted out of the room. “Idiot,” Raf muttered, then slowly turned toward his Honey Bee, who now resembled a perfectly ripe cherry.

Xander and I just got back together, but I feel like I had been their Luna for a long time. After breakfast, I went to the training hall with all the young warriors. I stood at the center, surrounded by eager faces—young warriors in the making, their eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The youngest was just thirteen, brimming with youthful energy, while the oldest was eighteen, on the cusp of adulthood. These were the future protectors of the pack.

"They'll be in the army. We need them to help us fight." "Aaron that’s a bad idea and it’s risky to their lives." I couldn’t help but scoff. "It’s a great idea." I put my stamp on the fourth document and turning to the fifth, I froze. My heart started racing in my chest as I read the name. It says “Bella.”

"You know, I think you're the only person in the world I can have the same conversation with every month for ten years without getting bored." Bella couldn't help but smile. So this was Victor when he was young. He was so much like his adult self, just not quite as jaded. He watched her as she watched him. "You're not my Bella, are you?" She winced. "Is it that obvious?" "You don't act like a teenager. You seem a lot happier, too. Is this how you get to be in whatever future you're from?" "Yeah," Bella admitted. "I guess it is."

It was these extreme tests that killed off the first set of the 5th generation children. As they walked towards the rest of the team, Babybaby as she was fondly called was the first to notice their arrival. She spread her rainbow colored wings and glided towards them, a bright smile on her cute chubby Asian face, genuinely glad to see the others after a long weekend apart. She was the youngest of the children, just clocked six, a favorite amidst the staff and some doctors in the institute.

It was going to hurt to transform. Beth grabbed his hand. "Come on, Trent. We have no choice." He transformed and gritted his teeth as he did it. Beth's hand never left his. They stood as a goblin landed on the roof. He must have been followed. "Don't let go." "Not a chance, Trent." The goblin squawked then let loose some more fire. Trent dragged Beth out of the way then he connected with her mind. "Think fire." He could tell that she did and he sent a stream of it at the goblin who was incinerated. That was powerful. He'd seen men die before, but there was nothing like what happened to that goblin.

Through some miracle of chance, regardless of my new face and my new name, I was home again. I loosened my grip and tipped my head back so I could see him. I wasn't the only one wearing tears. He laughed and brushed mine away while I did his. "I think you have to start calling me Kimberly now, silly. Elizabeth Summers is dead, don't you know?"

I whine, stomping my feet on the floor and crossing my arms in front of my chest. I don’t get it, what’s the big deal? Since when naming your kid after the best, most awesome and coolest fucking Autobot the universe has seen is a crime? Besides, why can’t they see how cool it would be? Anyone touch the kiddo? Ha, all she has to say is “autobots, roll out,” and we’ll be there. I shall be the bumblebee and the rest of her dads can be whatever is left there. “Because Sarah said so. Didn’t we agree to go with the name all of us like?” Luka adds.