Him [ A Werewolf Tale ] *Completed*

When I was 13 years old, my entire family committed suicide, by driving full speed off a thirty foot bridge. Morbid, I know. Unfortunately, they deemed themselves unfit to live and ended it the only way they knew how. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend myself and survive in a world full of vampires, werewolves, and demons.
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My name is Claire Summers and my family had once ran one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract held by a certain grey eyed demon. Since my parents died, I have been shunned. Disowned by everyone and unwanted in every sense. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him

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46. Epilogue | Who Are You?

Epilogue -

*Claire's Point of View - 5 years later*

"Push!" the doctor squeals, "Come on, Luna! One more push!"

With one final grunt, a piercing cry springs around the room. 

"He's here!" the doctor cheers, as I collapse back onto my back. 

Alex grasps my hand and sends me a huge grin. After cutting the umbilical cord, the doctor walks up to us and gently places the baby on my chest. 

"It's a boy," she grins with a gleam in her eye.

I look up at Alex, tears filling my eyes. 

"We did it," he whispers, placing a small kiss onto my lips. 

I let out a small sigh of content, holding my boys closer. 

"I love you," I murmur, watching as my baby opens his eyes and looks up at both me and Alex. 

Deep green eyes shine back at us, causing us to smile deeply. The little boys lips turn up at the corners, giving us a toothless grin. It melts my heart, knowing that he knows exactly who we are. 

"I love you too, babe." Alex whispers back, scooting into the bed beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist. 

My smile widens and Alex takes the baby from my arms. 

"So what are we naming him?" he exclaims, "I vote for Carson!"

I stare silently at my mate for moment before nodding my head, "I love Carson."

"Carson it is!" he beams, "Now, you get some sleep! I'll take care of the paper work!"

I watch as the doctor, nurses and my mate scuffle from the room. My head rests back against the pillows as the door clicks shut. I wished that Sebastian was here to see this. We both missed him greatly. It was as if a piece of us was missing. We hoped and pleaded that maybe one day he would be able to return home. Gina told us that the power he used to banish my parents to purgatory would eventually wear off. Ejecting Sebastian from the realm, but leaving my parents locked up inside. This was a good sign, but unfortunately this meant that we would not see him again for many years. Purgatory is a dangerous place. The things that reside there are deadly. Things that could kill you in one swinging blow. It would be a miracle if he escaped that place whole. We would wait for him, but I now know that nothing could hurt me. I had too many things taken from me when I was younger. I wouldn't let the same happen now. I finally had a family. I wouldn't allow anything to change that.

After that night, Alex changed greatly. He wasn't as angry as he used to be and he definitely didn't have as short a temper as he did before. He showed commitment and gave me the ability to trust him again. He would never hurt me; I was safe with him. It wasn't long until he began to lessen the restraints on his pack. Of course, he would always need to be harsh or else others would not fear him. Although, he finally did away with his wonderful attitude of torture first ask questions later as well as the silver baths. Which was an accomplishment in its own right. Exactly one year later we were married, but we hit many bumps before we finally had our first little one. 

After everything ended in the clearing, we still faced the issue with my powers. According to the previous two demons, I was supposedly in the middle of transformation. I had allowed Gina to feel my soul for any bumps and bruises. It was a painful process, but it wasn't long until she found the parasite that was causing this. A thread of dark magic was intertwined with my soul. When Elisia said that removing it would kill me, she was not wrong. If they were removed, my soul came with it. However, when she informed me of this small detail, she was not aware that I had the most powerful witch around at my disposal. Gina agreed to remove the spell that would turn me into a demon, using a bit of dark magic of her own. It was impossible to remove the powers without my death following, however, so to this day I still have them. They have proven useful for many tasks. Such as Wren knocking over the glass vase in the hallway and instead of it shattering, I caught it just in time. I wasn't scared of what I was capable of anymore. I wasn't scared of anything. My family was with me and it was us against the world. 

Wren finally grew to trust me and eventually even began to call me mom. When she got older, she said that I was more of a mother then Stephanie ever was to her. I still felt the haunting guilt of destroying their mother-daughter bond every day. I wish that it had not happened, that I could have prevented it. Some things were simply impossible to control, however. 

Things were difficult for all of us. No one can go through life without hitting some bumps, but once everything was said and done, there was only ever one thing that kept me sane. The one person that I couldn't live without...him.

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*Many, Many Years Later*

A high-pitched whirring sound captures the attention of many town goers that day. It was impossible to tell where exactly it was coming from, but it was consistent. A blinding light, suddenly, flows through the street in front of an old man's shop. The old man had always been curious and he notices that not many other individuals paid attention to it. The man's eyes widen as a teenager seemingly appears out of thin air. He holds in his gasp, as the young boy jolts up from his place on the ground. 

*Anonymous Point of View*

I sit up with a gasp. My throat felt tight and my voice raspy. Looking around me, I notice that I am sitting in the middle of a street. The buildings around me look abandoned. I have no idea where I am. 

"Son?" a gruff voice questions, before an old man pops into the view in front of me, "Are you alright?"

I nod my head, before clearing my throat, "Where am I?"

He gives me a strange look, but answers anyway, "A place humans used to call California."

"Used to?" I mumble, rising to my feet. 

"Are you alright, boy?" the old man asks again, "You must have hit your head pretty hard."

He shakes his head before taking a deep breath. 

"Humans don't own this part anymore," he explains, "In fact, they don't own anything anymore. The wolves own everything. We don't call this California, here, it's known as Shadow Mountain." 

"If you don't mind me asking," I mutter, "What happened to the humans?"

"There was a big war," the old man answers, "Some wolf went AWOL and revealed its identity to the humans, so we kept them in check."

My mouth drops open and the old man suddenly stops, "I'm sorry, I meant to ask, but who are you?"

"I beg your pardon?" I question, my eye brows furrowing. 

"Your name?" he questions, "What is it?"

I shake away the confusion and clear my throat, "Sebastian. My name is..Sebastian Westwood." 

THE END

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