If it was not for you, I would not be where I am today. I am writting this letter with hope that you get it in time, but because I have no idea where you are, it is a little hard to send this out, so I am writing to the address of your next stop. I know calling would be a lot easier, but calling is just a memory. Calling is nothing solid, nothing physical, and the memory can be forgotten. so, this is me, writing a letter for your special day. i want to write this letter so you know how much you truly mean to me, how much I truly love you. Words cannot begin to describe how much you mean to me and how much I love you. words cannot begin to describe how much I owe you. Pete, I owe you my life. You have done so much for me in the past years, and I want you to know that I am going to be moving back home. I love my life here, but there is also something that is missing. So, I am writing this. Also, happy birthday. I already have your present for you. It's all wrapped up, waiting for you back at Stone Haven. Happy birthday, Pete. I know that I ramble a little bit, but it is what I do best.
I love you, Dad. I'll see you soon
Lots of love,
Alex
I ripped the piece of paper out of my notebook and began to fold it. I gently pushed it into the envelope, and wrote the address of his next stop on his tour. I set the notebook on top of my purse which sat on the coffee table. Slipping into the bathroom, I checked around to make sure I was not forgetting anything. One last look in the mirror and I was out the door. With my backpack, purse and suitcase, I was ready to set off. Throwing my crap into my car, I slowly walked to the mailbox, knowing this would be my last walk up the familiar drive to the familiar mailbox. Placing my very last letter inside, I turned and looked at the little, one floor house. The little house that has been my home for almost three years now. I sighed as I got in my car, and backed out of that familiar driveway onto the familiar semi-busy street and down the road, away from that oh-so-familiar house that I loved.
Stone Haven was only a few short hours away, but I was planning on making a trip of my short adventure. I picked up my phone and dialed. "Hello?" A deep gruff voice answered. "Jeremy, it's me. I just want you to know that I am on my way and will be there before dinner. I can pick up a few things if you would like me to."
"No, no, no. Don't worry about it. We have all of the stuff here for dinner."
"Fantasic! I will be there in a few hours." The drive to Stone Haven was long, but I enjoyed the solitude. Much like others in my pack, I don't like being around people. Even people of my own kind. I enjoy being lost in my thought, or my writting, or my music, or my reading. Sleeping is also another major pass time of mine, although I hardly get enough. With all of my windows rolled down and the music blaring, my hair whipped around my head like a tornado. It didn't bother me. I quite enjoyed the feeling of the wind in my face, in my hair. There is one thing that I was unable to do while in that small familair house. Run.
I smiled as I thought about all the memories back at Stone Haven. All the runs, all the fights, the paintings, and new bitten, the findings and the loss. I was there when Elena was first bitten. I was the one that made Jeremy keep his head about the whole situation. I was there when Clay was found. Pete found me when I was a baby. Raised me like his own. At the time I had no idea what was going on, but I did know what I was.
I met Jeremy just after he took on the role as Alpha. Pete took me to Stone Haven and gave me a real home. The day after I showed up, I had to tell my story. Pete, of course, helped me fill in the blanks, as when this happened I was too young to remember.
My mother, she was human. Almost eight months pregnant, she was walking home late at night, walking home from the store, grabbing some late night snacks. She was attacked not two blocks away from her house. A neighbor heard her screams and not too soon after an ambulance arrived. Due to the shock and stress, she went into labour. They tried to patch her up from the wolf bite, and deliever me at the same time. She died due to her injuries, but gave birth to a health little baby girl who was put into the system.
Pete was there. He was laid up in a hospital bed, a fight with some mutts. He saw the bite on my mother and took action. He had no idea what would happen to me, if it would effect me at all, but he took me under his wing. Without telling anyone in his pack, he raised me. He told me the truth about my mother and werewolves. Before I went through my first change, I knew what was happening and why. I had an advantage over most. I changed. Pete taught me the way of the pack, taught me how to hunt, how to live, how to survive. He also taught me the rules. Rules that he broke when I was first born. Not everyone knows that part, however. Soon after my first change, Pete brought me to Jeremy. With nothing more then a story and a strong girl; the first born female werewolf.
I smiled to myself at the thought. Jeremy. A boy who tickled my fancy. A man who stole my heart. I pulled up the long driveway to Stone Haven. I parked and got out. Breathing deeply, I took in the scenery around me. It had been years since I set foot on the grounds. This is my one true home, and nothing is going to change that. Taking my first steps, in a long time, up to the porch, I was side-swiped by nothing smaller then a truck.
