“One’s memory can be incredibly fragile. It can manipulate the events you swear you remember each second of, or make up moments that never came to pass within your mind...But some people...you never forget…”
It would take the allotted six weeks for Lavender’s leg to heal enough so she could walk without the use of crutches. The time spent with Alex and his mother, Bea, she was able to feel as though she had been part of a normal family. Having been a lycan her entire life, the only normalcy that Lavender had known was that of shapeshifting on Halloween as their form of celebration of a ‘free run’, and when a girl becomes of a certain age to become married to someone who would be her mate. But being apart of this family, this Halloween had been spent carving pumpkins and watching old carto
