Thank you so much for all of the kind reviews, alerts and favourites. They make me happy! Even though I am glad that this is finished (yes, final chapter!) I am sad in a way. Any suggestions? Ideas for a new fanfic? Because, once again, my mind is a blank page.

Well enjoy the last chapter, it's in Blake's point of view.
Ele Xx

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Blake's POV

I took my first steps at one week, my first word at two; 'Mum'. I repeated the same word over just to see my mother's smile. My second word, much to his delight, was 'Dad'. It came as a shock to my family as they had been expecting me to call him Edward. I loved the way his golden eyes brightened when I called him Dad.

From an early age I knew he wasn't my natural father but he loved me like his son, and I loved him. He was my Dad to me. My real father deserted my mum and I when I was born. Dad told me about him when I asked, he couldn't keep it from me forever. His name was Jacob, he used to be close to my mother but when I came along it was too much for him. Too much for him? What about how my mum must have felt? Regardless he left and has never returned. I was kept as a secret, from his pack and the rest of the world.

Knowing that I was different from my family, even my parents was difficult. When I was one month old Dad finally told me about my heritage and the Quileute legends. I learned about the alpha gene and Jacob's gift. According to the legends I would possess a gift too, one much stronger than Jacob's. I remember to my discovery as if it was yesterday – crystal clear memory, compliments of the wolves.

I was two months old but already physically three years of age. And I hated it. Inside this childish form, I felt trapped. My mind was so much older. I was treated like a child, helpless. But I was , stronger than that. I forced myself from my mum's grasp – I would not go to bed! I leapt from her arms, my frame shaking violently. This was it, I thought. I was phasing. The reality was completely unexpected. A burst of anger escaped from my fingertips and surrounded my mother. She was momentarily frozen on the spot. Her face loosened as she began to scream. Though she was moving her face, her body was frozen solid. Had I just done that to her?

I let go of my anger and her body relaxed. My mum rushed towards me and embraced me in her arms. Though her eyes were tearless my mum was sobbing. My eyes also watered as I hugged her tighter.

"I am so sorry mum, I don't know what happened. I was just so angry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Her smile widened and her eyes lit up.
"You don't understand; I'm happy, Blake."
"But...I didn't hurt you?"
"No no no! Blake, no. I'm fine, see? It's ok love." Pulling myself from her arms once again I replayed the scene in my mind. She had been momentarily frozen, trapped, until I let go...

"Mum. I think I just found my gift." After that mum brought the rest of the family outside. They watched me use my gift on mum over and over again, then on each other. We soon realised that whilst I used my gift on them, theirs was taken from them. We knew this when I tried it on dad; he said that for the first time in eighty years his thoughts were his own.

Uncle Emmet was eager to challenge me – he thought that even with his strength drained he could still take me. He soon regretted that and changed his mind. In fact, since then he has never challenged me to an arm wrestle again – beaten by a toddler! He had obviously forgotten about my inherited strength, another werewolf trait.

As I grew older my power strengthened as I became more confident with it. Over time I was able to concentrate my power on specific areas. This was very useful we found when teasing dad – I would freeze his mind from time to time when we were trying to keep something from him, so that he couldn't read our minds. He on the other hand, never shared our joy when I did this.

Looking back at my childhood I can honestly say how much I miss it. The closeness. My family and I shared a bond so strong we were inseparable. Aunt Rose and Alice took a shine to me. They would spend hours buying clothes for me, then I would have to spend hours like a doll playing dress ups on them – it was torture. Uncle Emmet on the other hand was more reluctant towards me than his wife.

Even though I am content with my life with mum and Edward, I can't help but feel as if a part of me is missing. My life will never be complete. So much for my happy ending.