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My younger brother was a badass.
“And I have come to believe that people can change. People can reinvent themselves. Relationships can start afresh…”
We Novaks were close. There was barely a distinction between daughter and granddaughter, father and grandfather. It felt like we loved one another just as much, no matter how far apart we were in our bloodline.
I was sure that Grace didn’t realize it, but she had altered the future of Earth.
I’d had enough dying for one lifetime. Been there. Done that. Gotten the postcard.
He is what he is. Everybody makes choices in life. He made his, and now I have to make mine.
What we have here is an issue of long-held family tradition—and the culture of werewolves. In spite of how antiquated and unfair it may seem to you, this is their way of life. How they and all their ancestors have chosen to live.
My soul had already twined with hers. There was no going back. As much as the thought was frightening, it had become all or nothing. I would go to my death pursuing her love, or live the rest of my life without anyone’s at all.
“There is opportunity to everything in life,” he said softly, “if one simply looks for it.
“You think you know what you’re doing, don’t you? You think this is how you will solve Earth’s problems, right? Bring peace? You’re clueless, Novak. So bloody clueless.”
Ben, Ibrahim and I ran to our wives.
