*** Excerpt: Not once in two years, had she ever committed a grave mistake like this. Grocery shopping in the morning was not pleasant if you have not showered or can't afford a proper hair dryer to deal with your coiled hair. The object of our attention is a woman in a farmer's market. This woman, had a baby tied to her waist and hurried between the stalls to grab everything she needed; battling internally with the urge to go home but pressured by her responsibilities to stay. Her son suddenly started wailing as he spotted a toy-like candy and ached to have one. "Ça suffit!" immediately, the boy stopped crying. Nibbling on his lower lip, he decided not to stress his mother or she will punish him with no cupcakes. Feeling pitiful she reached out to stroke the boy's cheek to which he accepted and started tearing up. A smart boy he was; his mother, blinded by love, missed the signs of his cunning nature. "Oh my, I'm sorry, my love," to which, he embraced his mother as an effort to accept her apology. "My love, when we get home I will make you a fresh batch of cakes" she spoke, gently curling her fingers in the ringlets of his inky black hair. She felt the swirl of nerves swimming in her. It was hard. Being a single mother. Leaving her past life was hard, but starting all over was overtly harder. She quickly carried on shopping - she'd like to leave as soon as possible, she did not think she was decent enough to be in public when she realised she was dripping with milk. Far behind her, she, nor her beast were aware that her scent was caught by a tracker. She wouldn't dare to fantasize - not even the slightest, that her mate had been wildly looking for her. All Rights Reserved