Clear Blindness

Epilogue

Five Years Later:

The flowers rested gently against the tombs, sending its sweet scent all around the area. Vincent squeezed my hand, catching my attention. I look up and smile warmly at my mate.

"I know." I sighed. Today is the day my father passed away. My brothers' and I have been visiting our parents graves every day for one month straight. A nod from me and we left to head back to our homes.

"I'll call you guys tomorrow," Alex promised.

"Me too," Derrick agreed.

Paul nods along with his older brothers' as if he gave the final say. "Yeah, that sounds good to me. A phone call it is, or, we could have a barbecue," he said with ease, swinging his arms and an innocent look on his face making us roll our eyes.

I smile. "Now that sounds like a good idea."

"Alright then, I'll tell the pack. Same goes for everyone else," Alex said.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Paul, Derrick, and I said, saluting. Alex rolls his eyes.

On the way home Vincent and I didn't talk to each other, or say anything really. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence just filled with something I couldn't place my finger on. Vincent opened the car door for me and grabbed my hand. We walked to the door and as soon as it swung open two figures that were a blur ran into my already opened arms.

"Mom, we've been waiting for you and dad forever!" Zachery gasped in exasperation, grinning. His blue eyes only got bluer over the five years that flew by.

The beauty of the twins is literally blinding. Both of their faces are perfectly shaped with long lashes, thick healthy hair, and strong bodies even at five years old.

"Oh, oh, let's go to the mall!" Another sweet voice chimed in.

"Isabella, it's too late," Vincent said softly, caressing her cheek as gentle as ever.

"Then we can go tomorrow morning," she suggested. Her beautiful green eyes pleaded with us like her life depended on it.

Vincent and I shared a sad look. "Bella, you know you and your brother can't leave the territory grounds," I said quietly. Seeing my baby girl suffer like this is heartbreaking.

Zachery does want to get out too, but he understands the danger that lays hidden in every corner. Isabella does too, but that doesn't stop her from wanting to explore like any other young soul.

"Mom, why can't Zach and I go outside the pack lines?" Bella asked. She bit her lip to keep from crying. She hates crying. Crying is an act of weakness to her despite what anyone tells her. Being the overprotective brother he is, Zach pulled his sister into a hug.

We all hugged her and said assuring words that someday everything would change before heading down the hallway. As Vincent and I said the words we felt a sense of comfort deep within us. That feeling reassured us that someday everything will change.

"Is something wrong with us?"

We'd been walking to the kitchen so I could cook some dinner when Bella's question stopped me in my tracks. I turn around and smile sadly at my daughter and went back for her.

"I'll cook dinner tonight," Vincent said from the kitchen. He was obviously giving us some privacy.

"Okay," I quipped over my shoulder as we walked to the back porch. "Come. Sit."

Isabella slouched as she walked over to where I was sitting. I held her close to my side as soon as she was comfortable beside me. Five years ago my little hybrids were born, and now they're almost the size of a pre-teen, with the brains of geniuses. Vincent and I learned that for every year the twins growth increases a couple years. So at five years old, they're minds and bodies are thirteen.