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overdose, but I’d rather think that she died of a broken heart.
    My adoptive mother’s name was Valerie but I called her “Mom.” I thought she was a pretty great mom but maybe that’s because my own biological mother never set the bar very high.
    My adoptive mom was kind and she was a hard worker who gave a lot to her job as a business consultant. That, plus she was a werewolf, which made her even cooler.
    Mom’s husband died before I came to live with her. I had only ever seen pictures of him but he looked like he was extremely capable and physically fit, in true typical Were fashion. Mom said he was a wonderful man and I believed her.
    I felt sad for mom sometimes because she was all alone. Weres only had one true mate and are mated until death. I thought it was kind of romantic and sad at the same time. I mean, it must be so intense having this one person in the entire world that is meant only for you.
    I know Roan would pitch a fit if he knew I thought about such things, but I think the sex between two Weres must be pretty damn soul consuming and overwhelming. How could it not be with the one person in the entire world that is just yours?
    It would certainly explain why my mom walked around like half her heart was missing. It must be truly awful for the Were that got left behind and couldn’t ever be with someone else.
    Poor mom.
    Even though I was only a human, I hoped I found someone who could love me with that much intensity someday. Maybe I’d find myself a werewolf husband?
    Like Roan.
    You never know, it could happen.
    He was too old for me right now but werewolves age WAY slower than humans, so eventually I’d catch up to him.
    Roan had a really cute friend named Caver and he wasn’t that much older than me. He was only twenty-one, so I bet I’d catch up to him really fast.
    Too bad Caver was kind of like a big brother to me.
    Everyone that lived on the acreage on the outskirts Riverside was either a werewolf or related to a one somehow. We kept it quiet amongst ourselves, though, to protect the pack.
    No one would dare say a word to the locals. I think the penalty for telling was like death or something. At least that’s what Roan told me when I was little. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not but I didn’t want to chance it and therefore never breathed a word about the pack to anyone.
    Somehow I didn’t think the locals would understand if they found out that they were surrounded by a large pack werewolves that shopped at the same grocery story and sent their Were kids to school with the local kids. There was a lot at stake, so it was a pretty big secret.
    I was sixteen and a three quarters now and my aspirations were pretty much the same as any other teenage girl: To marry the high school quarterback (but I guess I would have to ask Roan first if it was okay), live in a nice house surrounded by a white picket fence, have pretty babies and grow old with my handsome husband by my side.
    Okay, maybe that wasn’t quite what every other sixteen-year-old girl wanted but I longed for stability and a family to love. You know, I once read somewhere that a girl tended to marry a man like her father but if you never had a father in your life, what happens then? Do you spend your life looking for a “Daddy”? Maybe that’s where the phrase “She’s got Daddy issues” comes from?
    I had no idea, but I did know that I hadn’t seen Roan outside the auto body shop one bloody time during Math class today and it made listening to Mr. Johnson’s rambling even more unbearable.
    Would this class never end?

Chapter 3
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    “ R oan! Over here!”
    I looked to my left and saw Caver with his arm raised in the air from a corner booth in the crowded bar. I raised my hand in greeting and made my way up to the bar to order two pitchers of beer. I would need them, Weres had a fast metabolism and the alcohol in those two pitchers would burn off so quickly that I would probably order