Edie was done being in love.

Being in love had never worked out for the young Were, even if she would be the first to admit that she had limited experience with it in the first place. There had been two times in her life in which she had thought that she was getting her happily ever after or her great love, and both times had ended in disaster. She had loved Beck so whole-heartedly until he had broken her piece by piece until there was nothing left. Adored him so much that she had given every ounce of who she was up and had only found herself once more when she had bolted from England with only the clothing on her back. And then when she'd found herself within Sacrosanct - within a pack that cared about her and an Alpha that respected her and a home she was proud to call her own - she'd met Kato. And once again, she'd loved him so entirely that when he had asked her to come with him to Africa, she'd left without a thought or without a word. Just vanished into thin air in the cover of night because she couldn't imagine being without him.

And look how bloody well that had paid off.

Edie as not proud of the girl that love made her into. It made her weak. Prone to stupid decisions. It made her give pieces of herself away until she was gone like dust in the wind. And that was perhaps how she felt now, simply a shadow of the girl she had once been. All because she had fallen in love and had thought that it was better to give up the power and family and home that she had found than to be without it. She was a stupid, broken little girl who despite everything believed in the magic of love and the power that that magic could provide. But not any longer. Edie was done being heartbroken, done giving herself away, and certainly done choosing anyone over herself. And the only way to fix that was to come back to exactly where she had started - to come back to Sacrosanct and to come back to the people that she had left behind. To Frost, especially.

Edie approached the pack house in much the same way that she had done thousands of times, drawn by that faint pull that settled back upon her the moment she had touched foot on Sacrosanct soil. The pack connection that seemed to pull at her very soul. Oh how she had missed this! And to think she'd given it all away... Never again. No, somehow she would convince Frost that she was here for good. She was here to be back within his pack and accept whatever anger he would direct at her - because she needed her home back. She was hardly surprised to find the front door unlocked as she let herself in, but the rest of the pack home was what threw the young girl for a loop. What she had walked in to was apparently... chaos.

Somewhere upstairs, a woman - whose voice she certainly did not recognize - was screaming Frost's name in a rather... dramatic way. Who was that? At the same time, another unrecognizable female voice was shrieking within the kitchen - something about a... wolf? And Butterflies? Frowning, the Were-fox navigated her way towards the kitchen, only to nearly be run down by that same shrieking girl - a red head, who was now yelling up the stairs. This... this was not the pack house that she was used to. Who were these people? Where were the people she had known? That Frost might have... acquired more members of his pack was a foreign concept to the English girl, and even worse, was that her position within the pack was no longer her own. But those worries were put aside as her eyes fell upon the very familiar blonde across the kitchen, the very man she had come to see.

"Err... hello," Edie said with a sheepish shrug of her shoulders, her English lilt hardly heard over the yelling of the girl about friends to meet. "Is this a bad time?"

you said it was a great love - one for the ages

Edith Graham

but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages?