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Hannah

Six months passed in a blur.

It all happened so fast that I didn’t even realize how much time had passed before it was too late. In fact, if anyone were to ask me about everything that had happened during those six months, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

I supposed I could have started with my daughter.

Six months makes a world of difference when it comes to infants.

Before I knew it, Melody had gone from spending the majority of her days sleeping or feeding to suddenly crawling around faster than I could keep up with her. Grabby little hands went from clumsily grasping at my necklaces to gripping the edges of tables, chairs, whatever she could reach.

Pretty soon, she was trying to pull herself up on wobbly legs–and kept trying, even when she would fall

back down on her rear end more often than not.

Those months were exhausting, but filled with joy.

My daughter was growing and learning, even beginning to show little snippets of her wolf side–such as nearly gobbling a hole straight through the sleeve of my sweater one night when the tips of her little fangs dropped ever so slightly–and I couldn’t wait to see her grow and change even more.

After all, I’d watched her die once, and it was the worst moment of my life–even worse than my own

death.

So I’d be damned if I didn’t cherish every little moment with her. Even the bad ones.

Melody, however, wasn’t the only source of change in my life. My relationship with Noah was constantly evolving, constantly moving forward.

We must have gone on countless dates during those months. Every weekend seemed to be occupied with some activity or another.

We did anything and everything: went on double dates with Drake and Viona to fancy restaurants, went dancing at dive bars where no one would recognize us, tried new foods in places we’d never been before, went to the aquarium with Melody, family outings with my sister, her baby, and my parents.

With no one standing in the way of our relationship, we could finally explore each

our future our plans for the packs, our hopes and dreams,

it kept coming up during nearly every date,

just want to enjoy dating you for once,” Noah said, taking my hand across the candlelit dinner table.” Maybe we could just

a bit relieved that he’d

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idea of taking things slow, of just enjoying the ride while it lasted, was appealing to

the public seemed

out, the media was practically in a frenzy. Everyone wanted gossip on the

hands.

Emily to add to my ongoing television series. Noah and I appeared together on the show, holding hands and smiling and answering Emily’s

only seemed to make people more excited. The moment it aired, we were getting stopped

the wedding?” people would

to

will become of

contact either of

hoped. I couldn’t blame them, of course; Zoe’s prison sentence made headlines the moment it had happened, and

She’d never asked for an audience, never sent a letter,

would have answered if she

shred of me almost hoped that she would call or write. That somehow, some way, she would come to an understanding and would

fact that it all went down so easily in the end–she was arrested,

The end.

yet it felt… empty. Unfinished. Like there was something else to the story

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to myself, even from Noah. I chalked that feeling of dissatisfaction up to watching too many movies and reading too many books. This was the real world, and sometimes there were

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