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time.
The pages of the diary were filled with Stacy’s fears and
suspicions, and Honey knew if she’d read the diary months ago she
would have bolted from her father sooner.
    * * *
     
    December 29th — A young male named Bruno came
to me two days ago to ask if I would approve of him taking Honey on
a date. He was very timid and sweet, and although Honey doesn’t
seem interested in dating anyone in particular, I told him that he
should ask her and see what she says. I haven’t seen him since. I
spoke to his mother this morning, and she told me that Bruno was
asked by the beta to go on a special hunting trip. A bad feeling
has settled over me. I believe that Dexter sent the young male away
to be killed in a way that would make it look like an accident. It
wouldn’t be the first time that he’s done such a thing.
     
    * * *
     
    February 2nd — I can’t shake the worry that
Dexter is planning something. I know he’s my son, but he’s not the
man I raised. Being alpha changed him, for the worse. When he was
little, he would sit on my lap and I’d read him stories about
heroes who always did the right thing. The male who runs the pack
is not a boy anymore. He hasn’t really been the same since Vicky
left. I write that she left, but in my heart I know she didn’t
leave voluntarily. She loved Honey. She lived for her daughter.
There’s no way on earth that she would have willingly walked away.
She was the best daughter-in-law a woman could ask for. It wasn’t
her fault that her father agreed to the mating that Dexter
demanded. Vicky was so unhappy in the mating, until she had Honey.
Then she seemed to have hope. I suspect that she’s not really off
‘whoring around’ as Dexter says. I don’t know what happened to her,
but I believe she’s not on this earth any longer. The more time
that passes, the more certain I become.
     
    * * *
    May 23rd — I can feel I’m being watched
constantly. I want to tell Honey to pack up her things and leave,
but I can’t find a time to be alone with her. Every time we’re in a
room together, just the two of us, one of Dexter’s friends barges
in. Yesterday I dropped my keys as I was getting into my car and
when I bent down to retrieve them I saw a dark puddle underneath
the car. I’m no mechanic, but I think someone cut the brake line. I
can’t explain the fear that coiled through me. I’ve been cooking my
own food for the last two weeks. After I had that bout of food
poisoning, I began to believe that Dexter was trying to poison me.
The time has come for me to take Honey and go. I should have left
with her years ago, before Dexter became such a twisted, evil
menace. He’s planning something for Honey. He’s never once shown a
fatherly love toward her, and I’ve seen the way he looks at her —
as if he could just as easily kill her as smile at her. I’m afraid
for my life, and I’m afraid for Honey’s future. There is no love
there. How will she ever be safe?
     
    * * *
     
    Honey looked at the date of the last entry as
chills ran down her spine. It was just a few days before Stacy
died. She closed the diary and held it against her chest, her mind
racing with all that she’d read. She hadn’t meant to read the
entire diary, but she’d been unable to put it down as Stacy
chronicled her fears and suspicions for the last year of her life.
She didn’t know why Stacy was never able to tell her what she
worried about, but she was certain that her father made very sure
that her grandmother didn’t have the opportunity.
    Honey had done what Stacy had wanted — she’d
left Wyling River. She just wished that Stacy had been able to be
with her. Her mind spun as she thought about all that she’d
learned. Was Stacy right? Had her mother been harmed by her father
instead of running off as she’d always been told?
    Tucked into the pages of the diary were a few
family photos; Stacy on her mating day, flowers tucked into her
curly hair. Honey’s mother, holding her pregnant