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Tate
Faith is mine. Those words have replayed over in my mind the entire plane ride to Florida. There’s never a rhyme or reason why things happen when they do with our kind. I’m just glad the signs appeared before she left for Randale’s pack. The thought of her going to him or any other wolf pissed me off. Deep down, I guess I always had the feeling she belonged to me. Looking at her, with her blonde hair blowing in the wind and the sun on her face, I know there’s no one as beautiful as her in the world.
We landed in Tampa and decided to drive the six-and-a-half-hour distance to Sugarloaf Key where we have a small beach house waiting for us. It’s in a private area with its own secluded beach. There will still be other houses close by, so we won’t be able to shift without risking the
