Not the ending I had in mind, but I'd take it, since it meant I didn't have to bend over backwards for Seth. In fact, maybe it was the best ending possible, given the type of person I was and the mentality I had. Maybe Seth wasn't ready for me to be a member of the Georgia Pack as much as I wasn't ready for him to be my Alpha. Until we learned how to cope with each other—me respecting him as Dane's equal and not his adversary and Seth understanding me despite my werewolf shortcomings—we'd never see eye to eye anything.
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Everything worked out great. My sister, Genevieve, came down from Virginia and celebrated our having a stable address along with her birthday. She stayed long enough to help us hand out candy on Halloween ... and put Kristen in her Desperate Housewife place. That's my sister for you.
As for my job, I didn't quit. Yet. But I reduced my hours to part-time so that I could concentrate on the opening of my new bed and breakfast, the Raythern Inn. Once the website went up, within days I had a seventy-five percent occupancy rate. Not bad for the first month.
On many occasions, Matt and I went to Charleston to spend some quality time with Graham, who will most likely live into the triple digits. Going to visit him also meant spending time with the Hunting Club. Matt kept his guard up around Dane, but at least he made an effort to respect the man I called my Alpha. Small strides were better than none.
Changes also came for the Charleston Pack. Scott separated from what he'd thought was his lifelong love interest and moved in with Riley and Dane. Gregorio separated from the Toronto Pack when he heard the news about Dane taking on the Pack Alpha role. Graham hadn't moved in yet. He enjoyed his peace of mind at the trailer because he liked being the center of attention. The Charleston Pack treated him like one of their own. Riley even offered to bite him and make it official. That got him a one month suspension at gunpoint from my uncle's property and Dane threw him in the hole for a week at the mere suggestion. I made sure my travel arrangements coincided with his punishment. Everyday, I got to feed him through the bars. Cruel I know, but I didn't give myself the nickname “Angel,” so I had nothing to live up to.
Life was good. I had a wonderful husband and two loving families. Following my dreams wasn't necessary because I lived them. I found more than stability. I found peace.
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