Ana
The years passed without issue for all of them, and Ocean was off to her first day of Kindergarten. She was now five years old, and her long blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail that had one plait that ran through it, a plait that the bead she’d ripped from Alpha Austin's head was braided into.
Ocean was so very excited to go off and meet the other children, make more friends, she understood already not to talk about their wolves, that they weren’t human like everyone else in this town, and to never take her necklace off.
She’d been given the choice this week of a bracelet or a necklace to wear. She was old enough to choose, and her little girl had looked from her to her aunts, Maddie, Zara and Londyn, and then just smiled and said, “I want a necklace like you all wear.” and n
