Chapter 212 Indie

• I had to have heard wrong. My boy was here, with his arm around a girl... a girl that was not Cleo, saying he had a fated mate? No. He had always been the most non-comforming of my children. The one to go against what was expected of him. I mean, Dan and I were never quite ones who fitted the moulds of the average couple, nor the perfect parents, but we worked. Both as mates, and as a family. Damn, did we work. And, when I look at our kids now, I could not be prouder of all they turned out to be.
• Hell, they had caused us some drama over the years, as kids so often do, but they were all good kids. One was soon to be a mama herself, and I could not wait to watch Wren embark on that journey, for I knew she and Dario would be truly amazing parents. Mine and Dan's children were all settling down to their own lives now. All doing different things, but all happy, and all doing good. That to me meant we had done our role as parents, and it meant we had done it well.
• But, Finn? Well, he had always been a little unique. More stubborn than his brother and sisters. But, I simply put that down to the Gamma genes, and went with it. Allowing him the freedom to express himself, because underneath that willfullness he was sweet and caring boy. But, one thing became clear as he grew older, one he was not willing to be questioned upon: He was so god damn sure he would not take a fated mate. He was hard headed. Adamant so many of the traditonal rules we followed as werewolves were outdated; and he planned to oppose and resist them as much as he possibly could.