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Dear Amelia,

I know you want to know what happened, and I swore I would tell you one day. The thing is, I didn’t expect you to find my diary, or even read it. There are things in there that I haven’t even told your brother. And I know you’re most curious about your father and I, but I can’t explain that without explaining everything else. So I’ll do my best.

The day I married Tristan’s dad, my mate, we found out time was not on our side. I had to gather everyone and break the news. We only had two days. The first day, I spent with James. The second, we all gathered in the Forbidden Woods, or as you know it, Willow Lake. It was a tragically beautiful sight.

Wolves, vampires, wiccans and hybrids all gathered in one place. All risking their lives for the same goal. All supporting each other. There was no fighting amongst each other, and there was no animosity towards each other. It’s what we all wanted. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of. But it was immeasurably painful knowing that this was the extend we had to go to in order to achieve this peace and acceptance in our world.

I delivered a speech – words I cannot recall now – and then we took our leave.

We had a dark which who was working for us, but then, she betrayed us. She told Darius of our plan. And in turn, Darius was prepared for us. He had a ton of warriors waiting for the people I sent to his kingdom.

I wanted to inform everyone of the ambush, but Kevin and my dad were not responding. So I reached out to Devyn, your father, and luckily he responded. I told him what I found out, and then I sent a massive link to all the alphas in the area to held out.

Still, I knew that wasn’t enough. I knew I needed to do more to ensure as many people returned home alive as possible. I also knew I needed to stay at my post. But I couldn’t let them get wiped out during an ambush. And I couldn’t let your dad die. Never could I let that happen. So I jumped to the front lines.

Amelia, I really hate telling you this. Especially since your bother doesn’t know the details. But if you must know, I’ll tell you. I just can’t tell you all at once. The memories are just too painful. So bear with me.

~With love,

Mom

Marcy Jo Black