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28 | Chapter XXVIII - Freedom At Last

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Then - Anne-Marie

Hunter's Pov
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     I'm careful as clasp Cece's head with my hand as I pick her fragile body up from the snow. She was so tired that I don't even think she realized she was asleep in the snow until she began dreaming.

      Obviously I had to fight to get near her because the blond pr*ck just happened to get in my way, I had to fight just to get close to her. He needed to learn his place, I was the mate.

Part of me wanted to punch him square in the nose - the other half that knew he was an alpha backed away slightly due to feeling intimidated, but slowly he started to come around as he realized that he was eyeing up my mate.

I'd managed to get her to her house and I made sure to be careful that she didn't hit her head as she made her way through the front door. Her mother burst into explosive tears when she saw her daughter, and instinctively she came over to take her from my arms. I didn't mean to growl at her, but my wolf was impossible as I placed my mate Into her mothers loving arms.

Slowly, she was brought upstairs. Her mother stepping up the stairs one at a time as she balanced herself - not wanting to drop her precious daughter with whom she shared not an inch of blood with. They were not related, they were not relatives. But I'd never seen a proper mother and daughter love each other this much.

I sat on the couch as I gave them some space, as per usual I wasn't happy with everything going on. My mother and father then opened the door and invited themselves in. I was just happy they were both wearing clothes and had gone into our house to at least put some on.

I don't think I'm ever going to get that image of my naked mother out of my head.

My mom sat down beside me, and wrapped her arms around my exhausted self. I wanted to sleep so much, but I needed to hold on for Cece. I needed to be strong for her.

My dad wasn't daft, her knew exactly what I was going to do and he slightly spoke up about it.

"Son...she's asleep, and likely won't be awake for a few hours. Use this time and get your energy back - you haven't slept in days because you were looking for here and she's here." He placed my head on his shoulder, cuddling me, "She's here...."

Would I usually call myself a crier? No, I wouldn't. Last time I properly cried was because I had murdered an inncocent soul, a young girl that I thought I had loved. I obviously didnt take that into consideration as I ripped her to pieces with my teeth.

Her name was Karen. She was sixteen years old.

Because of me she died a painful and early death, I turned for the first time...I knew about werewolves and I knew about turning for the first time on the first full moon after my seventeenth birthday. Unluckily for me, I was too lazy to check out when that was - and having a spring birthday meant that when I left at 9pm to sneak into a club it was still light outside when I entered it.

Obviously, I couldn't see the moon from inside, I only figured out what was happening after my insides became my outsides. 

I rushed out into the nearby alley where I turned, not knowing what I was doing or why there were voices screaming inside my head. Karen followed me out...