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re known to love each other and are unable to li

me, I ran hopelessly. I was sprinting down the pat

f and be a good mother, all the while keeping Cai

do I get help, and who should I ask? The pain in

oaked my clothes. I sought cover under an old building structure, but she was unable to fall asleep. My

rats. I was looking for food in a garbage when I f

with a twinkle in her eyes, ye

ook dangerous, I had lost all faith in peo

ng to eat. You shouldn't be searchi

usted her. She treated me with so much respect and I got to know that C

or right away after noticing that my tumm

pregnant, I had no idea how ma

I fell back i

d I was to have four lovely babies at o

nor thing. I was afraid, though, and I couldn't hide it. I was afraid of how I woul

ne Kamara, you have m

Catherine took me into her home. At the same restaurant where she worked, she got me a job. I was eager to start

served those memories in my heart so I would never forget my past

ince I buried the past in

dangerously close to failing; for a while, I lost all desire to live. My wolf slept until I could no longer sense it. I stopped eating and sleepi

reason live a

running around my bed in a frenzy the moment I had opened my eyes.

r brothers?" The kid grinned and seemed proud o

," he said and growled playfully.

hing. It was obvious that the quads

r not, I didn't feel ready for it. Disregarding such notion, I thought about getting up to seperate the kids and they

ten minut

ine's devotion to the kids when she had taken on the

to the door, messing everywhere up. I finally made it to the door

riving me crazy," I said, feeling down beca

l be in order w

the toys that were strewn al

ary, Cat," I told her. "The

k it, Kamara. You know i enjo

like they did every time Catherine arrived,

ing the night here won't

hat question is getting annoying, Kamara. You can

herine was spending the night with the kids, but I felt uneasy about som

g her the impression that she couldn't care for t

hem all be

ed me tightly. He always felt responsible and protective o

and not remember Caiden. His father'

d, "You're my Alpha, and because you're stron

aughed at

e to go to work. The kids always carried the werewolf myth

legends, so that they wouldn't have a hard time grasping t

they have been shouting and running about the house all day. When she got them in bed, she tried to relax. She was sitting in an armchair, a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, whe

helpless and refused to open the door. She heard footsteps fade away after a while, and then the knocking stopped. After he