But then I heard a small giggle like sound. It shocked me so much I almost threw the baby out of my hands.
They were wrong. They made me believe she was dead. They lied. And I believed them. How could I not tell if my own child was alive or not?!?
Samantha. She had a long dark eye lashes and the thickest hair I've ever seen on a baby. Her eyes were blue, like Coltons. Only hers were more electrifying, more bold. Hers stood out more. She was 5 pounds and 2 ounces. And she had a few medical problem but that was okay, because to me she's was perfect.
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Teen Fiction"Yeah? Prove it." I spat at the wolf. 'He's telling the truth, you don't feel the power coming off of him?' My wolf whimpered. Oh shit. The black wolf looked me over the it's eyes went wide. "I'm mated to a white wolf?" He ask...
