AN: Hey there awesome people. The last few years have been a bumpy ride for me but I promise you I am going to finish this story. I promised myself I wouldn't become one of those authors and yet that is exactly what I have done. I am sorry for that.

Paul POV

Her breath was heated on his face. Her lips were so very close to his, a breath away. He almost leaned back in for another kiss but her words replaying in his head stopped him from doing so. She knew. She knew what he was. The question of how went through his head but one thought silenced those questions. His mate was close to Max and it was apparent that they had known each other for a little while. It could be safe for Paul to assume that he had revealed his secret along with the others in the process.

Paul leaned back and cupped her face between both of his hands, her pale skin luminescent in the moonlight. Her eyes flashed as they clashed with his own baby blues which he was sure were darker than there normally soft color. His voice came out in a whisper as he leaned into her, his lips now brushing her own, "Good."

With one single word, their future was now sealed. Forever would they remain at each other's side. The Lost Boys had gained their first female member aside from Star. Paul did not even consider Star one of them considering she refused to complete the transition and truly be one of them. But he knew. He knew that his girl would not let him down. She knew what he was and yet she still clung to him. Eternity never looked so good.

Her first kill was her abusive step father, Malcolm, and condescending step sister, Melody. Paul was proud of her choices. It meant that she was destroying the last shreds of her old life so that she could fully join him and the boys in their new life together. She was an absolute savage when it came to her kills.

Total turn on.

David was even surprised at her savagery but he reveled in it as did the others. She was truly a masterpiece. Her life had molded her into the perfect killer. Perfect for me. Their life was damn near close to perfection. The years passed in a blur of colors, each one better than the last. Looking down from his resting place, Paul watched as her and his brothers interacted.

My family.

With a wide smile on his face, he dropped down and grabbed a hold of his mate and spun her round and round until she screamed out through her laughter, "Paul! Let me go."

Never.