Hello, my lovely readers! So here we are. The final chapter. This is so bittersweet - I'm happy because I've finally completed a story! But I'm also going to miss Kinley and this story. Maybe someday I'll write more for Kinley and Embry (like when they actually get together - would anyone want to read that?) but for now, this chapter is the last.

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Now, here it is: Chapter Fourteen...

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Chapter Fourteen

Sam's POV

A week after Kinley was kidnapped and then found, I decided to use some free time to go through the rest of Kinley's file. I'd felt the driving need to do so since the day we brought her home from the Cullens', but only a week later did I get the time. The seven days in between had been hectic.

After an imprint goes through an ordeal such as Kinley's, the entire pack gets protective. Possessive. Everyone wanted Kinley time, and dividing that up in a way so as to not upset the little girl was an easy task. Making sure everyone abided by their given allowances, however, had been an exhausting feat.

Embry had been the worst. Which was expected, but it was also annoying. He threatened to drop out of school. He wanted to move in. He practically begged to homeschool Kinley.

While that last was tempting and Emily actually considered it, I couldn't let any of that happen. We needed to get back to as normal of a life as we could, just with a little extra caution added along the way. Otherwise Kinley would never be able to heal.

So I made patrols tighter. And we made sure we were always early to pick Kinley up from school. We told her that if anyone ever tried to take her like that again, that she should scream. She should kick and fight and make such a ruckus that someone would notice and come help.

Kinley had nodded when we told her, but she still hadn't spoken a word.

Now that we knew Kinley talked to Edward through her mind, I'd been hoping she'd speak up aloud to us. But other than a happy giggle when Emily had procured a huge tray of cookies in front of her when we brought her back last week—apparently my imprint had spent her time stress-baking, something that was much appreciated by us all—Kinley hadn't released a peep.

It worried me. I knew only a week had passed, but she seemed fine. It was the oddest thing. She didn't get nervous about going back to school. She didn't shy away from any of us. She even slept through the night. So if she was showing no signs of distress, why did she continue to hold her silence?

I'd asked Emily about it the night before and she hadn't had an answer. Not for why Kinley seemed even better now, after being taken, than she'd been before, and not for why Kinley didn't speak. "We just have to be patient," Em had said. "Patience and love are what she needs now."

I agreed, but I also didn't like sitting back and doing nothing. So there I was, in front of the computer screen going through the rest of Kinley's file. I knew this probably wouldn't help, but I wanted to read it anyway. I needed to read it, for some reason.

Page by page, document by document, I learned about my little sister and her situation. A lot of it I either knew or had figured out myself. Some of it was more relevant to her mother, which meant I didn't care.

But then I got to an add-on to Kinley's mother's will and froze.

Dear Samuel Uley, the page read.

It was a letter. To me.

Holy shit.

I started to rise from my seat—why, I wasn't sure. Maybe to tell Emily. Or to pace. Instead of either of those things, though, I sat back down. Stared at those words.

Dear Samuel Uley.

Kinley's mother, who had killed herself right in front of her own daughter, had written a letter to me and added it to her will. Why hadn't anyone let me know about this before? If I hadn't gotten a wild hair to go through the rest of this stuff the caseworker sent over, I may never have seen this.

Shit, shit, shit.

Yeah, I was such an almighty alpha right now.

A deep breath in. A deep breath out.

Then I decided—I needed to read it. There was probably something important in there for me to know. So even though I wanted to delete it and move on as if I'd never seen it, I would read the letter. For Kinley.

Dear Samuel Uley,

You don't know me, and I don't really know you. But I'm assuming if you're reading this letter that you know what I've done and that you are taking care of my daughter. Thank you for that.

I'm sure you have opinions of me, and they're likely negative. I deserve them and I'm not even going to try to argue my side. What I'm planning to do is terrible, but it's the only way to make my little girl safe. You see, I have a boyfriend. He was great when we first got together, kind to me and Kinley. But then things turned bad and I'm stuck. I'm stuck and I know he's going to hurt Kinley even worse than he already has and I can't let that happen.

I can't believe I've let so much happen already. I'm the worst mother.

But I recently found out about you. Samuel Uley, upstanding citizen of La Push. You even work with the council on that reservation. You're a good person, and many people can attest to that. Obviously my daughter would be better with you. So that's where she's going to go.

Really, I have no choice at this point. I've reached my end. But you are the key to helping Kinley through her beginning. Her new beginning. I trust you.

Take care of her. Make her smile and laugh and...happy. She deserves it.

Thanks always,

Hillary Stanley

P.S. If you ever have trouble with her, if she ever fades into herself and gets quiet, sing to her. "You Are My Sunshine" seems to be her favorite. I wish I didn't have to say this, but she's learned to keep silent around here and sometimes she needs help snapping out of it. I have high hopes you'll help her get over that, too. Again, thank you, Samuel Uley.

I read the words over again. Once. Twice. By the third time, a growl was rolling through me and I couldn't make it stop. This was the letter she wrote? She didn't have a choice? She'd let so much happen? Kinley had learned to keep silent? It took everything in me to refrain from throwing something across the room.

At least she'd included that hint about the song. That was good, right?

The front door opened downstairs and I heard Embry greet Emily. I'd allowed him to pick Kinley up from school today since the high school only had a half day. Plus, he'd practically begged. It was probably for the better, seeing as I hadn't even noticed it was time for Kinley to be let out of school.

And now I could go test this song on her.

I wasted no time bounding down the stairs. They were all in the kitchen, where Emily was baking brownies. Every day was a new treat for Kinley—Emily's way of showing extra affection after the kidnapping scare.

Dropping a kiss on Kinley's forehead, I said, "Hey, baby girl."

Kinley looked up at me and said nothing. She only blinked.

Yeah, I had to test this song. Kneeling in front of where she was perched on Embry's lap, I took her hands in mine. After a second to clear my throat, I started, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray…"

Embry was side-eyeing me with confusion and I knew Emily stopped stirring her batter to watch curiously. But Kinley...Kinley was staring at me in awe.

I made it through the first verse, but then I stumbled. I didn't know the song past that. Not really. I thought the second verse had something about sleeping and arms and crying, but damn if I could piece that together into the actual lyrics.

The moment was saved by Kinley's face breaking out into the biggest smile I'd ever seen from such a small girl.

Then she started to sing, in the sweetest little voice I'd heard in my entire life. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms…"

I was stuck between being floored that she knew all these words and the the fact that she was speaking—singing—whatever. All I could do was watch her with my jaw hanging open and, fuck me, tears in my eyes.

When she finished the verse and got back to the part actually about sunshine, she glanced up at Embry and said, "Sing with me?"

Embry was in much the same state as me, but he pulled himself together and started singing, "You are my sunshine…" The guy was not cut out for singing, but Kinley appeared ecstatic.

Another voice joined in as a light hand landed on my shoulder and I peeked up to see Emily standing there, singing. She raised her eyebrows and I smiled, then joined back in.

It was then, kneeling there in the kitchen singing a sweet, sad song with my imprint, my pack brother, and my baby sister, that I finally felt my worry ease. Kinley was singing with a smile on her face. Emily was too with tears in her eyes. And Embry couldn't contain his happiness.

Oh yes, everything would definitely be alright.

Ahhh, what did you think? Please let me know? This is the first story I've ended, so I hope you liked it. This is the end for Kinley and Embry (for now?), but tonight is also a BEGINNING - I'm also posting the first chapter of my next story! It's Jacob/OC, and it's called Still Breathing. I'm super excited to work on it, and I hope y'all check it out!

Thank you so much for reading! :)