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Chapter Thirty -Final Chapter-

Life

-January 2025-

Colby Thomas Black

Definition of "Life": A boring series of days, consisting of boring hours, boring minutes and boring seconds. Now, I was a "12-year-old" with a body of a 25-year-old and an incapability of going to college somewhere because, apparently, I am the new Alpha.

Wonderful? Not by any means.

Dad, of course, hadn't stopped phasing; he had to keep it on a regular basis in order to stay immortal, just like our half-vampire mother. He was checking on all the stuff every now and then but I was the one who was patrolling on daily basis. The reason he chose me and not Sarah was because, unlike my twin sister, I could act on what my brain decides not what my heart tells me, or where my anger guides me. Sarah was, is and will always be short-tempered and rash, in her own way. Plus, I was by far the strongest pack member, my vampire side was the reason behind it. So, I was "elected" as the new Alpha.

And, if you happen to wonder- No, I haven't imprinted yet, but I always had hope. Imprinting was bound to happen; it was all about finding our soul mates, maybe a little about passing the genes and creating stronger wolves, as well, but mainly about directing the wolf to their soul mate, the reason they would still fight and protect their people that- unknowingly though- depend on them.

Speaking of which, everyone had had different theories about the females in our Pack imprinting- like Sarah and Leah. Leah had imprinted on a guy from the Makkah reservation about 8 years ago. When they got married, five years ago, she decided to stop phasing once and for all. A few months later, she...well, without getting too technical and too annoying (I'm speaking about my aunt people, give me a break!), she found out she...regained her ability to have children. Now she has two sons that look a lot like their father and uncle Seth combined. Anyways, we knew that Sarah had the option- always- to retire and stop phasing. As heartbreaking it is to see my sister age, I would be thrilled to see her have her own small family, as long as she's happy.

Yeah, I've grown up a little bit- Sarah wouldn't admit it though; she always said I was obnoxious, stupid and immature. But I knew she loved me. Just like I think she's a big fat idiot- I never told her the "fat" part in her face though. She wasn't obsessed about her weight but, something I had learned from dating all girls in the state- and the visiting females, too-, never tell a girl she's fat.

On another thought, I would give it a try sometime, see how she reacts. Cool.

Oh, about the dating part, I found out that girls- surprisingly enough- seem to like me, in a way or the other. I've never been rejected when I asked for dates, not once. And I never go on second dates, either; I get bored too fast. Dad thought it was stupid, though he did encourage me not to take any serious steps so we wouldn't create another one of what he called "The Sam/Leah Disaster". He didn't have to worry about Sarah, though, and he had expressed how grateful he was that he wouldn't have to deal with boys when it came to her- not for now anyways.

Randy Uley was also 12, but he looked and acted like one. Well, not so much, I thought he was an advanced little kid- what with his witty comments every now and a while- but he was cool; not a nerd, but has brains- he actually knew how to use them. I liked him. He was around almost all of the time, if Sarah's not at the Uley's that is. Emily loved to have her around, she said that part of it was that she got a break from her Mom role every once in a while.

I decided I would finally go back home as the sun was about to set, and I didn't have the excuse of patrolling. I was just wandering around aimlessly. I seemed to do that a lot these days. I heard several voices from our house- seemed like we had visitors today. Hm...Who could they be? I opened the door that was never really locked- I wondered if we had one of those in the first place- and found Mom and Dad laughing and chatting with people I had seen a lot throughout the last five years. Mom's high school friends.

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