We Belong Together Novels & Stories

"Someone else needs us." And we scattered. All of us. Together. Moving as one unit. One family. One sanctuary. Finding others. Helping others. Building something new. I didn't know where this would lead. Didn't know what I was becoming. But I knew one thing. I wasn't alone. And neither was anyone else who was between. Not anymore. We dove toward the next person calling. Together.

“Maybe you should stop treating this like a war you have to win alone.” I didn’t answer. Because the truth was, I didn’t know how to do anything else. And standing there, sharing space with Adrian Hale, I had the uncomfortable sense that this merger wasn’t just about companies colliding— It was about two carefully constructed versions of ourselves being forced to coexist. Whether we were ready or not.

The bond was a live wire between us now — pain and rage and love and determination all tangled together until I couldn’t tell where his wolf ended and mine began. Ginna’s magic pressed harder. I pressed back harder. The research had been right. Belonging was the strongest variable. And I belonged to no one but myself and the people who had chosen to stand with me. Ginna was about to learn exactly what that meant.

"Together." The word sat between us. New and careful and charged with everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. Together had meant something different yesterday. Today it meant a completed mate bond and shared power and a future that was no longer separate strategies running parallel but something genuinely joined. Neither of us moved toward the other. The bond wanted us to. I felt it clearly. That pull. That warmth. Instinct designed over thousands of years to draw bonded wolves together for comfort and closeness after danger.

I know a thing or two about having someone like that. I live for you and you live for me. We are one, intertwined in a nest of infinite love. We are like a secret pact that not even we know what it is. We are a rare feeling, which despite being and feeling, we don't know how to explain. It's not love, it's more than that. Wow, it's so much cooler than that. I wish I could say what this really is, but I don't even know and I don't think you know either. We are two, trapped in one. We are two hearts, bitter and sweet, with different flavors that together form this beautiful combination. We are two souls, lost in an abyss, who find each other at the sound of a beautiful song. We are you and me,

We are coming. Mr. Norm was right- we are stronger together and won’t stop until all our numbered brothers and sisters are free. THE END.

Did he say family picture? “Oh,” Mrs. Perry smiled. “Sure. Please stand together.” A strange mix of surprise and curiosity enveloped us as we gathered for the impromptu family picture. Amy stood by my side, holding Liam in her arms, while Mrs. Perry prepared to capture the moment. “Say cheese!” Mrs. Perry exclaimed, “Stand closer,” capturing the image. I forced a smile, standing closer to Amy, still processing the unexpected turn of events. The notion of a “family picture” with Amy and Liam felt surreal.

We both made out way out to the big garden, Robin's hand was around my waist and as we stepped out, I couldn’t help but beam at the many familiar faces, Kate, Clara, Hinn Carlos, Lukas, Katherine, Henry, Ryan, my parents, Mrs Jane and others who I have come to know. It didn't matter if they were popular, it didn't matter the past between us or the complex life we have all faced, it doesn't matter if we have had conflict in the past, it doesn't matter the stages we have passed, what matters now was the smiles on their faces and the strong bond we have all formed together, the mutual understanding and the love that has bloomed just by crossing each other’s path. We all had a lot of catch-ups t

“Then we go together. And whatever we find, we come home together. As husband and wife.” “Together,” I agreed. We got ready without rushing. Nate helped me with the zipper of a simple sweater. His fingers brushed the skin of my back and lingered. I fixed his collar even though it didn’t need fixing. In the mirror we stood side by side. He rested his chin on my shoulder and met my eyes in the glass. “We look like people who belong to each other,” he said. “We do.” I leaned back into him. “We always have.”

“Beats me. But they’re good together. They deserve each other.” “What about you?” I ask quietly. “Who do you belong to?” “You.” “I belong to you, Maya.”