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and Dylan, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Luca nodded, looking shocked.

“Ah, you guys were always so sweet to Colette, used to play together even though she would just sit around and play in the grass,” my mother teased.

“We’ve met before two weeks ago?!” I was confused as my magic stretched out to even include my father. Although, there was a part of me that wasn’t completely confused if we were being honest. Hadn’t I felt an automatic connection to them? Hadn’t I felt a comfortability and natural affection for them?

“Holy crap, you are crazy powerful.” My pink-haired sister swayed slightly.

“Of course you’ve met,” my father grinned. “How did you all reconnect?”

“That is a long story,” I breathed out. “But officially, although I suppose introductions aren’t needed… Mom, Dad, these are my mates and soon to be husbands.”

“You are getting married?!” Fleur squeaked.

“Oh, that makes sense,” my mother nodded.

“They were always protective,” my father agreed as I blinked.

“Can we go inside to sit down?” Hunter asked, grabbing my waist. “I feel like we have a lot to talk about and I am worried she’s going to get cold.”

“Oh my,” Bexley nudged my sister, “they are adorable.”

My mother bopped her on the head as she began to ask a million questions.

My smile grew as we headed into the house. I couldn’t help but look at my mates, who all seemed surprised but happy. Holy crap. This was insane.

I couldn’t help but feel as if something settled in me as we ventured deeper into the house. While this place was no longer my home, my family was expanding, and I found myself feeling as if everything had finally clicked into my place.

My mates were by my side.

I had reconnected with my family.

I had everything I needed.

Colette Graves

Epilogue 1

There were moments in your life that just stood out more than others. Like a photograph that consistently hung in your mind. Or a bright highlighted section in a book. My wedding was one of them. Not because of how beautiful the garden setting was, or the amazing food, or even that my family had flown out to be there for me.

It was more than that. It was the love that saturated the air that meant more to me than I could ever explain.

I hadn’t known what to expect when we traveled all the way to New York state to reconnect with the real family I’d been separated from. I had expected everything from them out-right not remembering me to possibly rejecting me. I had never expected to gain more family than I could have ever imagined.

I also connected so many parts of my past that had been left unanswered.

My biggest question? How they had never found me. I’d almost instantly regretted asking because a sad look had filled my parents’ faces as they explained what had happened.

For the first time in my life, I was truly disgusted with the people I’d grown up with. My ‘mother’ and ‘father’ had kidnapped me in the middle of the night, knowing they would be forcibly removed from the skulk lands. My parents had automatically sent out an alert to packs countrywide but because my ‘parents’ had gone to live with humans, I didn’t pop up on anyone's radar. More so because they changed their legal names to my ‘mother’s’ legal name -- Allard.

They had hired a private investigator the first three years of my absence but found out that the man in question had been taking their money but not looking into any leads, wasting three fucking years of looking for me. They said they had never given up but I could see the sadness in their gazes having truly believed they would never see me again.

On a positive note… I learned I had never been able to talk out loud. I was too special, as my mom had affectionately put it, to communicate like everyone else. Apparently, she had strong telepathic magic like every witch down her line, but my two sisters had gotten more of the ‘fox’ element of my parentage. It seemed my telepathy had come at a price.

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of my sisters. Bexley and Fleur.

I’d never had siblings growing up, and the two of them quickly filled that position in a matter of hours. After our conversation inside, my mom and dad had gone to gather the skulk for a not so small party in honor of my return, despite my protests. Once they’d left, Bexley had suggested going on a