A/N: So, I tried a different approach with this chapter. A He said/She said kind of thing...It was mostly self-indulgence on my part, I admit. For I've often come across stories, where I'm left wondering what the other party is thinking. It's one of the many reasons I enjoyed Stephanie Meyer's unpublished Midnight Sun.

I can't believe it's been over a year since I began this story, and am truly humbled that people are continuing to read. My goal is to wrap up SOA in the next couple of months, so I hope to increase the frequency of my postings in December and January. That's the goal :) We'll see if life agrees…

This chapter is angst and more angst….LOL. I anticipate mixed reviews, so don't shy away from sharing your thoughts. Whether positive or negative…I welcome all constructive criticism. So without further delay, on with the story…

Chapter 23

"I told you…I don't know…"

"You've got to try Lee…Try to remember…"

"I can't..."

Her words were a strangled growl, and Carlisle knew it was time to intervene.

"Enough…I need you all to leave. I know how you feel, but this isn't helping. And pressuring her isn't going to make her remember. Please…step outside while I complete my examination"

Leah's tears fell on their own accord. Powerless…she was the epitome of the word, and hated herself for it. Carlisle reached for her hand, and the she-wolf didn't pull away; clinging tightly to his silent form of support. Her body ached terribly, and the she-wolf surveyed the room; looking for any signs that would help her regain memory.

"Where are my clothes, Carlisle?"

The ancient vampire knew the next hour would be uncomfortable for both, but there was no other way around this…

"Leah, we think you might've phased. Jasper and Emmett found tendrils of garments in the park. All evidence points to a struggle but...You were only wearing this shirt when we found you"

The she-wolf sighed angrily at the memory; her eyes traveling to the grey cotton shirt in her bag. Leah had taken no chances that day; demanding that Carlisle complete a full body examination. It'd been the most invasive half hour of her life, but she was taking no gambles. Jacob's own traumatic experience, ever present in her thoughts. She'd known what to expect; had been present for moral support on many of her own client's physical examinations after a sexual assault. But no amount of exposure had prepared her for the overwhelming relief, she experienced at hearing Carlisle's words negating her fears. There'd been no sexual assault. Her blood showed strong traces of powerful sedatives and depressants, but the Cullen patriarch didn't suspect long-term effects.

She'd been an arrogant fool; too stubborn to heed her brother and Embry's warnings, and had almost paid the ultimate price. Leah had revisited the park obsessively; trying to put the pieces back together. She remembered leaving the restaurant, and making her way to the park. But everything else was a blur…except that scent. The sweet scent of Gardenia, that faintly remained on the cotton shirt. Leah couldn't explain why she'd kept the top, but was convinced it held great importance. And worse, she suspected the owner was responsible for getting her to safety.

Her brother had been furious, when she'd finally come clean regarding the details of the incident with the werewolves. She'd come across the same scent then, and Seth had been livid over her decision to remain silent on such an important detail. The Cullens and wolves were split; Bella was adamant on informing the pack, but Seth and Embry were hesitant. They'd willingly walked away from La Push, and it was no longer Jacob's responsibility to see after them. Leah had to agree...Her mother was prudent in what she chose to share, but the she-wolf knew Jacob balanced much, and it'd be unfair of them to call on the pack, knowing Jacob would never hesitate.

The weeks that followed had been difficult for the she-wolf; a lingering sadness tormented her soul. Carlisle suspected she was experiencing PTS, but Leah knew different. The feeling of helplessness had turned into a burning rage over the attack, but the sense of loss was different. She didn't understand it, could let alone explain it. So, she focused on what she could control; her work at the women's shelter. Helping those women and children gave her purpose, so Leah threw herself onto her work; welcoming the routine.

The she-wolf thought back on a conversation held at the top of her treasured cliffs in La Push. If Jacob could see her now…unaware the Alpha often pictured her so. Life was returning to its normal routine. Her work, her family and friends…these were the things that mattered; the things Leah treasured most in her new life. So why did she feel a gaping hole in her chest?

The she-wolf growled menacingly, snatching the cotton shirt from her bag and disposing it onto the nearest waste basket. Leah needed a drink, and headed towards the nearest bar to await her designated ride. She hoped to God it was Embry…she wasn't in the mood for Emmett's humor. She made it three doors past her office, before returning to retrieve the offensive piece of garment. Leah pulled out her phone like a good she-wolf; texting Embry the bar's address. But something primal and innate said she was going the wrong way.

Leah had never felt more at one with her wolf. They'd both mourned the loss of their pack, but since her arrival, every decision made, had felt in sync. She'd left La push with the hopes of leaving the supernatural behind, and the irony did not escape her. Was her wolf spirit leading her astray? Was she purposely causing her harm out of spite? Her gut told her no, but it was hard to overlook the signs. The animal inside paced like a caged beast, asking for release. And Leah wavered, but chose to listen; giving herself over to the wolf in her human form.

It hadn't been the easiest of tasks to learn, but Jacob's countless instruction, eventually bore her results. She walked with purpose through the crowded street; her limbs carrying her forward to where her human mind could not. Leah felt her throat constrict with anxiety when a soft floral scent reached her lupine nose.

This was madness…It was a risk she should not take. She should dial Embry's number, and await backup. But she could lose the trail, and never get the opportunity again…

Leah followed the potent scent; her feet carrying her forward blindly into an old inn. The pulsing of her heart echoed in her ears; her hands trembled nervously as she climbed up an old wooden staircase. Human voices carried through the halls, but she only heard one sound. A foreign heartbeat growing nearer…. growing louder…synching to the beat of her own.

"You're such a hypocrite...I can't talk with you anymore…"

Jacob cringed at the sound of his daughter's bedroom door slamming shut. The men of the house were taking refuge in the family room, as his wife and daughter exchanged another round of words upstairs.

"Girls...can't live with them, can't live without them"

The Alpha turned amused eyes towards his only son; Cheveyo's head shaking in aggravation.

"What do you know about girls?"

Cheveyo's wide grin caused Jacob slight pause; questioning if it was wise to continue allowing him free rein at the garage. God only knew what he'd overheard from his unruly wolves…

"Genevieve was worse. They're both crazy, dad..."

Jacob sighed tiredly, hoping to convey his disapproval.

"Don't talk about your sisters that way, son"

What the Alpha wasn't saying, was that he secretly commiserated with his only son. Rachel and Rebecca had been a nightmare to deal with during their teenage years, but he couldn't voice that aloud. It would only add fire to the flame…Their home had become one giant land mine, and Jacob was desperate to find neutral territory.

"Thanks for backing me up, Jacob…"

Nessie's strained voice told Jacob the topic was far from over, and he stood tiredly from his place on the couch; following his teary wife into their bedroom. His daughter's muffled cries, pierced the other side of his severed heart. Truth was, Jacob shared his wife's concerns, but wasn't in complete agreement with her approach. Isis was a gentle soul, and unlike his oldest daughter, it wasn't stubbornness or defiance which triggered her emotional outbursts; it was utter fear. The fear of losing importance in Solace's life.

His youngest was a docile individual, but Jacob had never encountered a being who felt things so deeply. And her hormonal fluctuations were only amplifying her inner passions. Renesmee was reacting as any mother would; Isis's accelerated growth, was not in line with her emotional development. She lacked a sense of self, and her mother was desperate to make her see the importance of self-discovery before engaging in any form of romantic involvement with anyone. She'd spent her entire existence sheltered and shielded from the real world, and as she approached physical maturity, Ness hoped she'd begin finding new interests; develop relationships outside of the pack.

And there lied the problem...Isis wasn't interested in anything or anyone which didn't involve Solace. Aside from her dancing, she cared for little else outside of her family and pack. As her father, he worried, but held insight his wife did not. He had free access into Solace's intricate mind, and was aware his wolf only held the purest of loves for his youngest child. Solace only had Isis's best interests at heart; with no desire or expectation that their bond would lead to a romantic attachment. The imprint worked both ways, and the Alpha held steadfast in his belief that things would progress in their due time. So, he tried his best to discourage his wife's inner need to interfere.

Truth was, Jacob was just as selfishly hoping the imprint would bring Solace balance. He held raw, dormant power and potential; one which the solitary wolf was wary of tapping into. And the Alpha understood…Jacob had once feared his own authority; power could become a dangerous addiction, if one wasn't clear on what was morally right or held control over one's emotions. And it was there where Jacob suspected Solace hesitated most. But it was only a matter of time…the imprint had begun changing him in ways, he himself may not have realized.

"Ness...we're only making things worse. I'm not saying I don't agree, but maybe it's time we take a step back and see this play out"

"She hates me…"

"She doesn't hate you…she envies you"

"What? That doesn't make any sense…"

"Think about it, Ness…her feelings for Solace are changing. I don't deny that, but you were a child imprint, yourself. She's only looking for the end- result. And she's seeking your approval and understanding along the way"

"I do understand…I just want her to take her time"

"I know honey, but we can't be the enemy right now. She doesn't have many people she can turn to"

"That's exactly my point, Jacob. I want her to expand her horizons. What do you suggest, we do? Allow her to stroll out of here at all kinds of hours of the night, because she can't go one day without hearing from Solace?"

"No…And I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe give her a little leeway"

The Alpha lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Solace's feelings for her are strictly platonic. What's the risk?"

Nessie sighed in contemplation, chewing over her husband's words. She was tired of playing the ogre, and knew Jacob had much experience with guiding wayward wolves. Maybe there was truth in his words, and she nodded her tentative acceptance. Nothing she'd tried had borne results anyhow, and things couldn't possibly get any worse. Renesmee allowed herself the comfort of her husband's warm arms; but doubt and uncertainty, remained heavy in her heart.

He wasn't used to the taste of failure. The sensible thing would be to admit defeat, and return home; face Chikuk's punishment head on, and hope for the best. But Aylen had never cared much for gambles, and was convinced he couldn't leave this to chance. The werewolves would return…he was sure of it. And though he had no intentions of fulfilling his duty, he refused to just idly standby as this played out.

Chikuk had no knowledge of his betrayal…yet. Time was still on his side, and foiling the werewolves' plans might buy him some leniency. It was in his best interest to remain behind. Aylen told himself this repeatedly, but it was a lie. He'd forgone all loyalty and self-regard, the minute he placed Leah's welfare before his own. It was dangerous to stay, yet he couldn't bring himself to walk away. It had been a long time, since he felt this lost…

He'd fleetingly thought of going on the run, but the image of Tikaani's face put an end to the plan. Chikuk would chase him to the end of the earth, and death would be too kind of a punishment for him. No…it would be Nauja and Tikaani that would pay the price for his weakness. Regardless, Chikuk was of one mind, and would not rest until Leah was his. Except he didn't know what Aylen knew…But even if provided with the facts, he didn't trust Chikuk's ability to see reason.

Leah couldn't possibly have a part in what the legends foretold. Not after what had transpired. Unless…

Aylen shook the traitorous thought away.

It was as dangerous as it was foolish to consider…or was it? Why else had the spirits intertwined his path with hers? And why now?

Aylen had lived the span of many human lives, and had long given up on the idea of happiness. Emotions were a conscious state of being, and he'd learned many moons back to accept his fate and of those closest to him. He'd sought purpose in developing his given skills, and in imparting seeds of knowledge on the one person he loved most…Tikaani. He wished for Nauja's presence and wise words; she would know what to do, though he'd never admit it aloud. And he chuckled humorlessly at the thought.

Life was paradoxical… Ironic, indeed…

His chest clutched tightly as the heady scent of honey permeated into his room. Aylen rushed to the balcony; just in time to see her enter the inn's front door. Adrenaline coursed through his veins; pleasure and horror circling in equal parts. Years of discipline took hold; his supernatural senses instinctively assessing the threat.

She was alone…

The pulsing of her heart grew stronger with each of her steps, and the jaded wolf faltered. He could probably make the jump without being seen, but his feet rooted in place. And Aylen realized he wanted to be found…at least by her. If only to see her one last time. He stood eerily still, watching the doorknob turn. Leah entered cautiously; her eyes instinctively finding his. They stood silent and unsure; Aylen observing her as she took stock of the room. Her beautiful face betraying her distress.

"Who are you? What are you?"

"You know the answer to that…"

The she-wolf inhaled deep; letting the thought sink in.

"Did Jacob send you?"

Aylen answered with a disdainful curl of his lips, incapable of containing his indignation. Leah studied his features. His tanned skin held an olive undertone; his almond shaped eyes, more pronounced than any of her people's. His ebony black hair was arranged in intricate braids held up by a high ponytail. His trim muscular frame was leaner than the average wolf's. He was not of Quileute descent...

He was a beautiful looking man, but it was his eyes that captivated Leah's gaze. His brown orbs burned into hers, stripping her raw. They held wisdom and strength, but more disturbingly, his cinnamon colored eyes regarded her with a familiarity that shouldn't exist. The she-wolf struggled for words, grateful when his fragrant scent elicited a lucid thought.

"I think this belongs to you…"

Leah held out the grey-colored t-shirt. Aylen's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but gave nothing away. She awaited his response; huffing out her frustration at his continued silence. Patience had never been her strong suit, after all.

"It was you…that night at the park. I recognize your scent…"

Aylen's eyes betrayed his surprise.

She didn't remember…but how could that be?

His mind spiraled in different directions, calculating ways to utilize the situation to his advantage. Guilt hit in waves; her predicament shouldn't serve to his benefit, but her amnesia provided a clean start, so to speak.

"I need to know what happened that night. My family found me wearing this shirt…"

Her tone was both pleading and desperate, and Aylen felt his resolve weaken; feeling her fear creep into his bones, as his own. He held her gaze, his eyes softening with suppressed sadness.

How could life be so unkind to them both?

Aylen had long ago abandoned his desire of finding a mate, but Leah's beauty and untamed nature had awakened his longing once again. Each day, week, and month had grown more difficult than the last...knowing his success would equal her misfortune. And after that night, his affection had turned into desolation at the cruelty of their fate. Aylen could make no sense of it...But he could at least grant her some piece of mind.

"We were ambushed by the old stone archway in the park. They cam out of nowhere…four vampires. They must've been following you for a while. You phased…we each took one down, but one of them injected something into you, and you went unconscious. I finished the other two off..."

"Who were they?"

"I can't say for sure, but they had the look of Russians"

His deep baritone spoke of truth, but Leah wasn't done with her inquiry by any means.

"You said they were following me, but I remember walking to the park, alone. Why were you there?"

Leah's voice grew louder and strained. She took small steps forward, as she continued interrogating the cautions wolf.

"You've been following me for months now. I caught your scent the day in the market...How do I know it wasn't you who planned the attack?"

Aylen's eyes traveled to the t shirt in her hand, hoping to convey his meaning. His eyes gleamed with intensity as he spoke his next words.

"I don't mean you any harm, Leah…"

She stood inches away from him. Her chest heaved with emotion; her words resembling a semi-growl.

"Then why didn't you remain behind to speak with my family? You're a damn wolf…Why leave me naked without any trace of information?"

Aylen felt his irritation rise; her sheer stubbornness triggering his own obstinacy and harsh words.

"I didn't know you would lose memory of what occurred. But if I meant you harm, then why help you at all? I didn't have to contact your family, or give you the shirt of my back…"

"Why did you, then?"

Aylen's gaze locked with hers; his eyes burning with internal anguish. Leah felt the air rush out of her lungs; understanding, hitting her like a kick to the gut. Embry's citrusy scent lingered near, and the conflicted wolf knew his time was up. He snatched an old duffel bag from the floor, rushing towards the door. But Leah's hand reached for his wrist, halting his swift exit.

"It doesn't have to be like this…"

Aylen hesitated by the door; the sadness in his eyes, spilling onto his words.

"Yes, it does…"

Her grip loosened; her whispered response more of an observation, than a request.

"I don't even know your name…"

A soft smile graced his lips as he repeated his given name, before disappearing out the door. Leah fought against the urge to follow, plagued with confusion and uncertainty. She took a seat on a small bed by the corner of the room; her mind unwilling to accept what her heart had already known…. what her wolf spirit had been steering her towards this whole time.

If Solace had known, he would have never ignored the vibrations coming from his phone. If he had known, he would not have allowed the multiple missed calls from an agitated Cheveyo to go into his voicemail, as he'd desperately attempted to forewarn him. There'd been no howl of alarm, no pack brother signaling for help. So, he'd allowed himself a moment of candescent weakness; the pleasure of the flesh. Because Solace hadn't known….

They say life happens in a blink of an eye, but for Solace, the look of horror and pain in her beautiful eyes as she attempted to blink away the scene, had felt like a lifetime of anguish. The debilitating feeling of her hurt was enough to knock him on his ass, but to know he was the root of the cause, was excruciating. He'd been so blind…So stupidly blind, while everyone else had seen what he, in his infinite denial could not. Shame and helplessness were high on his list as well, but felt so unbalanced, he couldn't distinguish what emotion was hers from his anymore.

After getting over the initial shock of having her walk in on them, he'd been able to respond, but had been completely unprepared for her reaction. She was so angry, and to Solace's dismay, none of it had been aimed towards him. It had taken his quickest reflexes to intervene on Keily's behalf, which had only spurred Isis's anger further. His imprint was the gentlest soul he'd ever encountered, and it hurt him deeply, that his own carelessness had driven her to such ends.

But that hadn't even been the worst of it…Because Solace had been forced to abandon his imprint in her great moment of need, out of sheer necessity to protect their secret, and to save Keily's life. Isis had been so distraught and out of control, the emotional upheaval had triggered the phase. Shock couldn't even begin to describe Solace's reaction at seeing her body convulse. Luckily for him, her twin had trailed after her; with every intention of stopping the potentially disastrous situation.

Cheveyo had arrived just in time to wrestle his sister outside, and allow her transformation under the cover of the forest. Her howl of pain had gutted Solace from the inside out, and her brother could only watch helplessly, as his twin sister whimpered pitifully. Cheveyo felt at blame…his carelessness at having disclosed details of Solace's date had precipitated this whole event. And seeing his human body curl onto her side, as he tried to comfort her, had nearly broken Solace. This in turn, had only upset Isis further.

He wanted to phase…wanted desperately to be the one by her side, murmuring words of affection and support through the pack mind. But he could not…his own turmoil would only cause her further distress, and Jacob had forbidden it. The Alpha was also at a loss. His youngest daughter had displayed a great disposition towards vampire traits. Never in his wildest dreams, had he considered would she phase.

Her phasing was not only unexpected, but unprecedented as well. She had joined her sister in being the first of their kind; a true hybrid. And the Alpha knew they would need to guard this secret with their lives. If word got out, the Volturi and half of the power-hungry covens would come for his children. And Jacob knew it would mean imminent war; great losses on both ends. Genevieve had shown signs of the supernatural early on. Her body temperature had always run higher than the average human's, and her growth spurts had coincided with the phases of the moon. So, when his oldest had taken her wolf form, it hadn't truly surprised him.

Genevieve was bulkier and stronger than Leah had been; holding ruthless appetite in a fight. It was one more secret to add to the growing list, but Jacob couldn't find happiness in acquiring two-she wolves in the span of a few years, if it came at the expense of his daughter's emotional well-being. The Alpha turned sad eyes towards his heart-broken wolf; Solace's features mirroring a barren wasteland as he regarded his youngest daughter. The pungent stench of his guilt and self-blame, told the Alpha they were in for a long night.

Solace regarded his imprint's curled up form. She was undoubtedly the smallest of the pack, and he wondered if her stature was connected to her young age. More guilt hit in waves as he pondered over whether he, could've caused her pre-mature phasing. But even through his misery, it was hard to overlook her lovely coloring. She was snowy-white, but her inner ears and hind, held a tint of her father's russet brown fur. Her soulful caramel brown eyes searched for his, and Solace tried for a soft smile; struggling to contain his regret.

Isis rose on her paws, inching cautiously towards him. It was difficult to have him so close, and yet so removed. Solace inhaled deep, her coconutty scent was even richer in wolf form. Jacob lingered near; ready to intervene if she lost control once again. But his fears were unsubstantiated; Solace's presence was the one thing keeping her grounded. She whimpered meekly, and the gloomy wolf couldn't hold himself back; reaching for her muzzle gently, and leaning his forehead down onto her.

"I'm sorry Iz. I'm so sorry," he whispered against her ear.

His raspy voice cracked with emotion, forcing several of the gathered wolves to look away. Solace wasn't one for displaying such emotion, and the moment felt unbearably intimate. Renesmee watched the exchange through pained eyes. Her daughter's life was about to drastically change, and Isis did not hold the emotional maturity to understand the how. Solace's tendency to indulge her every whim would not help matters, either. Never mind that she'd disobeyed them; having left her home without notice, and had practically broken into his apartment yet AGAIN. She'd also succumbed to a jealous bout of rage, nearly injuring a human. Her body would no doubt undergo another drastic change, and it worried Renesmee greatly.

Would Solace's feelings for her change? And if so, was she even ready for such an extreme adjustment in their relationship? Isis was still so young…Was he capable of setting boundaries with her, despite her infatuation?

Nessie met her husband's eyes; the anxiety etched on his face, matched her own. Solace's unyielding support aided her to find the control needed to phase back human. He diverted his gaze; moving away to allow her mother the opportunity in covering her naked form. Her body shook from exhaustion and pain, but she still managed to call after him. He promised to remain by her side, if she in turn, promised to remain calm.

The rest of the pack gifted them the privacy needed; though Oliver and Paul were hesitant to leave Solace's side. But he sent them both away, determined to follow the Black's back to their home. Jacob carried his daughter in his massive arms; her mind drifting off to unconsciousness from the emotional and physical fatigue. Isis was carted off to bed, her older sister climbing into bed with her, for moral support. The Blacks requested for Solace to remain behind; an uncomfortable conversation demanding to be had.

The Alpha didn't need to hear the details of what had transpired; the images from his daughter's memories had been enough to make him cringe. But they needed a game plan before Isis awoke. Solace's remorseful outburst worried Renemee greatly. His greatest concern stemmed from the pain he'd caused her, and had yet to acknowledge the glaring problem at hand. And Jacob finally understood what his wife had been going on and on about. Because the desperation on his wolf's face, told him he was at a complete loss on how to proceed.

The weeks that ensued were difficult for them all. There was no evidence tying Genevieve to the werewolves, so in the eyes of the supernatural world, she was no anomaly. But Isis's nature was different. She held undisputable vampire traits, and Jacob knew the Volturi kept a watchful eye over them all; the congratulatory card from Italy, after his twins had been born confirmed that fact. Maybe it was his paranoia, but the Alpha was urging his youngest to resist the urge to phase. And it pained him greatly to do so…

This was his flesh and blood, and he couldn't deny the feeling of pride at seeing her join the ranks of the pack. But Isis could never openly phase, or she'd be a target for the rest of her days. Her physique hadn't blossomed to the ripeness her mother suspected it would, though she'd grown several inches more. But Solace could see her body nearing the precipice of womanhood. Her scent had become more pronounced, her voice taking on a hoarse tone, and her lower back arched in an angle it hadn't before. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to see her in the light she hoped for…

How could he? She was far too young in his eyes. She'd grown up right before him; the memory of tea parties, and secret trips to the beach still fresh in his mind. Hell, it hadn't been that long since they'd pigged out on popcorn while watching cartoons… She was undoubtedly everything that was pure and good in his life, and though his love for her was absolute, it wasn't tainted by desire.

Solace was keenly aware of the draw he inspired in women, but Isis's regard of him was neither accurate nor deserved. It had taken all his control to mask his mortification upon sharing her mind for the first time. She was infatuated with a shell, and held a naïve and ill-informed opinion of who he truly was. It was a school girl's crush, expect Isis had every right to feel validated in her belief that he was hers. He was her imprint after all.

He wasn't ready to explore that possibility in their relationship, but felt incapable of turning her down; much to her parent's chagrin. It wasn't like he hadn't spoken to her about the substantial age difference between them. But Solace should've heeded Nessie's words when she ripped into him, upon learning he'd stopped dating all together to appease her jealousy. For Isis, his willingness to do so gave her hope. Hope, that his resolve was wavering, and it'd only be a matter of time before he caved.

So she waited for the right moment; a moment that would haunt Solace for years to come. Isis had planned and plotted; putting all her insecurities to the side for a chance to make Solace see. See what her young heart already knew. She had no personal experience to pull from, so she'd meticulously studied the couples around her for guidance. Her gentle hands had shaken, as she'd reached for his face; Solace's eyes widening in shock as he grasped what she attempted to do.

It was a moment he would question and revisit countless times. Her eyes reflecting the love and devotion she held for him. And Solace had been too scared of hurting her to pull back. Her soft, innocent lips had barely grazed his, but she'd known. Had felt the piercing rejection cut through her chest, when he hadn't kissed her back. He'd stood silent and limp, but his eyes had said it all…

Solace had seen the hope drain from her eyes, and had pathetically implored her to understand. She was his most cherished one, but she was far too young...maybe in time, he'd said. But his words of rejection, only seemed to hurt her more. Nessie had heard her quiet sobs, and regrettably felt forced to intervene. She'd sent the heavy-hearted wolf away, with the promise of speaking with him later that night. Solace scrutinized over every word; obsessed over every decision made in the last month. How could things have turned out so drastically different, if he'd only known…

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