AMBER.
I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow, we ended up at the lake. We sat on its bank, and he reached out to gently brush hair out of my face. “You look so beautiful” he said, his voice low and hungry. I gulped. “Thank you.” He looked around and sighed, sounding slightly sad. “This lake has always been special to me. I used to come here a lot as a child with Alpha and Luna Rivers and their daughter.” He said, looking deep into my eyes. “She was my friend and I was told that one day our parents hoped that we would be mates.” He told me. His eyes seemed to be searching for something in my face. “I was eight when she died.” He continued “I still miss her.” He finished. I suddenly realised why the boy in the picture looked so familiar. It was him. I reached up and ran my hand over his
