Amelia’s POV
Matteo and I walk pack to the pack house in comfortable silence. I know we both have a lot on our minds to process, I mean I am barely processing that all the things I thought were fantasy are real let alone I am the first hybrid, a werewolf and a witch. Just thinking this makes me realize this is like some crazy movie not my life. Oh wait and somehow I am meant to save the world as we know it, how is this even real?
I mean, I am the abandoned baby adopted to a lower middle class family just scraping to get by, using art as an outlet for the pain of never feeling like I deserve love. And here I am the savior!
I’m not meant to suddenly have a devoted mate and parents that love me and are on the way to meet me for the first time. Sh*t, I’m going to meet my birth parents.
