I never was fond of change. I've been that way since I could remember. So, I guess you could say I wasn't exactly thrilled when my mom, Willow, decided that we sell our house and move halfway across the country to a small town in Colorado.
Being from Tennessee, Colorado would probably be easy to get used to, though, I was still bitter over the thought of leaving. I would miss the place where I grew up.
I was born in a tiny town in Indiana named Centerville, away from Gatlinburg, Tennessee where Mom had fled when she was only a few weeks into her pregnancy. My mother's friend, Travis, eventually left after finding his mate, Scarlett. We ended up moving back to Gatlinburg after my mom reunited with her real mate and my father a few months later. She and Asher married and had my brother, Nash.
They were high school sweethearts but went their separate ways when Mom thought Asher cheated on her with her childhood friend. Mom was nineteen and Asher was twenty-one and a new Alpha. Travis, however, is like an uncle to me. Asher will be working with the alpha of our new pack once we get settled in. Their plan is to join our new pack land with his pack to make it stronger and fearless.
"Home, sweet home," Nash says grumpily from the passenger seat of my car as we pass the Colorado state line. We're about thirty minutes away from the small town of Stoneburg.
"Yippie," I join in.
"What do you think it will be like, Sis?"
"I don't know, little brother. I don't know. Just talk to God and listen to the casual reply. Rocky Mountain High," I sing, imitating John Denver.
"Oh, Christ," Nash laughs.
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After we arrived and unpacked, Nash suggested going for a run. Coming back to the house, we walked in to hear our parents talking to people I've never seen before. Nash went into the living room while I went to change. I meet up with him in the living room before making our way through the house.
There is a tall man sitting across from mom and Asher. He has ink black hair and vibrant green eyes. Next to him is a small woman with dark red hair and Prussian blue eyes wearing a black dress with her long hair flowing over one shoulder. Her eyes are on us.
"Oh my, these must be your children," she says walking towards us. "Hi. I'm Faye, you must be November and Nash, it's so good to meet you. This is my husband and mate, Xavier. Our son is running late, but he should be here soon. You know, Alphas." she laughs softly, smiling up at her husband who has an arm around her waist.
We all sit around the dining room talking and laughing with each other when the doorbell rings.
"I'll get it." I start toward the door. Opening it, I see a guy standing there looking at his shoes where our cat, Tuffy, is playing with his shoelaces.
"Can I help you?"
His head shoots up immediately at my voice. As our eyes connect, I get this overwhelming feeling of need and anxiousness wash over me.