Liberty knew from the moment she was betrothed to Prince Aziel that she would never be happy. She vowed she would stop at nothing to keep herself away from him. When a mysterious portal opens up, she takes a chance and hops through it. After all, th...
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The song above is California Dreamin' by The Mamas & The Papas
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"Those who are happy are not without pain, they just know how not to be controlled by it." — Love and Other Drugs, 2010
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1967
MY time with Michael will always be cherished.
I had a connection with him that was unexplainable. It wasn't a mate bond — not even close — but it was beautiful and sweet.
I cared for him deeply.
We spent weeks together, roaming around America. It turned out he was backpacking around America for a year.
He was always very vague when I asked him what he was going to do after traveling. I believed it was something to do with his wolf pack, assuming he was part of a pack.
His friend — Andrew — was always very suspicious of me. When I first met him, I immediately felt his power. He was a future Alpha for certain. He never completely trusted me but he liked me and I liked him.
The relationship I had with Michael started off platonic. He invited me to go around California and Arizona with him. I took him up on that offer since I had nowhere else to go.
I never saw my friend Dawn again.
After a few days, I kissed Michael as we were walking along a beach at sunset. Cliche, I know.
From there, romance blossomed. If anyone ever asked me if I loved Michael, I would say no. I didn't love him but I definitely liked him and I did care about him. The four weeks I spent with him was the best I ever had.
On the last day we spent together, I was oblivious to what was going to come. Michael, Andrew, and I were trekking up the mountain to the grand canyon. It was boiling outside — the summer had to be one of the hottest on record. Beads of sweat ran down my face.
