Author's farewell: Hello, welcome to the last chapter of this story. It is time I say goodbye to Isabel and Cole. I hate the fact that their love was cut short but if it had not been you wouldn't have met me or I would have never wrote on this website. I return to school on August 27 as a senior and I am coming to realize that my childhood is ending soon. Thank you for reading, seriously, thanks because I have shared my writing with other people now. Thank you!

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Isabel POV:

We turned to the voice downstairs calling my name and found my mother. Her hair was pulled up and she was wearing a white blouse with brown pants. She was sober.

"Mom?" I said leaning over the railing to see all of her.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" She said starting up the stairs toward me. My heart ached. For the first time in two years, I am looking at my real mother. The mother that laughed, and sang with Jack and me grows up. I let go of Cole's hand and walked slowly toward my mother. We braced ourselves for a hug that had been misplaced long ago.

"I'm fine, I'm better than fine actually." I said releasing her from the hug. "I'm engaged." My mother did not look surprised at the news. "You knew?" I accused raising an eye brow at her.

"Yes, Cole called a few weeks ago. He asked your father." She replied. She was smiling wide and her eyes glistened.

"Cole…" I said turning to look at my fiancé at the top of the steps.

"Da…?" He said smiling down at me. I began to climb the stairs toward him with my finger pointed at him.

"You asked my father?" He dropped his smile and put his hands up in front of him.

"Yeah…" He said cautiously. I closed the space between him and wrapped my arms around his neck; giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Thank you." I said. The garage door slammed shut announcing my father's return to the house. I dropped my arms and just held Cole's hand.

"I can't believe that the naked boy in our house would become our son in law." My mother said in laugh and walked downstairs to greet my dad.

"Are you ready to meet the guy that almost killed you?" I asked Cole.

"Of course. As long as he doesn't have a gun." I said jokingly and walked down the stairs with her.

Grace's wedding was gorgeous. She rented a pavilion that was floor to ceiling windows with brown columns holding it all together. The hardwood floors were freshly polished and had a white carpet going down the middle.

Grace's hair was curled with several pieces pulled back. Her wedding dress was a simple sleeveless dress and had a big skirt. Although her father hated Sam for being in Grace's bed in the middle of the night, he still let Sam marry her and said he had never seen her happier.

The seats were red, orange and brown antique chairs for the fall theme. I was staring out the window of her dressing room when I saw them.

"Grace!" I said yelling causing her to jump and draw a line of lipstick up her cheek.

"What Isabel?" She said grabbing a tissue.

"Look out the window." I pointed to the edge of the dark woods. The wolves were lined up in the shadows and searching for someone.

"Sam." Grace whispered and began to head for the door but I beat her to it and stood in front of it with my arms crossed.

"Grace. No." I commanded but she reached for the door knob anyways.

"Please Isabel, I have to tell him." She said turning the knob.

"I will tell him. It is bad luck for him to see you and I'm not going to allow that to happen. Mrs. Brisbane! She's ready for you." I said opening the door to Grace's mother with tear in her eyes.

Cole's POV:

I had just finished Sam's bow tie when we heard a soft knock on the door. I made Sam turn his back to the door before moving to answer it but Isabel had already popped her head into the room.

"Hey, can I come in?" She asked. She was wearing a gold strapless dress with her hair pulled up. There were two blonde ringlets cascading down her cheeks. Her makeup was natural with brown tones to go with the theme of the wedding and as she walked in, she fidgeted with her ring.

"Yeah, what's up Izzy?" I said without reservation.

"Sam has company." She said nodding at the window. Sam and I walked to the window to see the wolves lined up at the outer edge of the woods.

"What are they doing here? They are going to be shot." I exclaimed. "We've got to hide them." And began to rush outside but Isabel grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"No. I think they just want to see Sam." She said calmly looking at him. He was still at the window and was leaning on it with one hand.

"Beck's there." He said looking them over. She released my hand and stepped towards him.

"Grace wants you to go see them. They would want to see you on your wedding day Sam." She said softly. He sighed and didn't fight. He walked outside towards them. I stepped behind her and put my arm around her waist and breathed the fresh scent of vanilla on her skin.

I left you for a month! I am so sorry! I thought I had uploaded a chapter but I didn't I haven't even written one.

Isabel's POV:

Grace's wedding was beautiful, I never felt so happy for someone else before. Cole watched me the whole time causing me to throw playful scowls at him every ten minutes. Sam and Grace Roth had a two week honeymoon to Russia. While they were visiting some Rilke museum, we redecorated and painted Cole's room. We put a fresh coat of yellow paint on the walls and grabbed a brown comforter to put on top. Also, because no boy ever cleans the hardwood floor, I dusted the floor and put up new white curtains.

"It's missing something," I said annoyed and tapping my chin.

"I know what it is." Cole said grinning ear to ear and grabbed me around the waist. We fell to the bed, me on top of him and he just smiles. We kiss and pull back.

"Yeah. That was it." Just as we were to kiss again, enjoying our alone time; Grace called.

"Da." Cole said. He listened to the phone for a minute.

"Isabel is unavailable right now." Another pause.

"Because she is way too sexy to answer the phone, sorry Grace." Cole said smiling into the phone but his face dropped and he gave up, handing the phone to me.

"Hello?" I said watching Cole playing with a string on the hem of my shirt.

"So how are you?" Grace said curiously.

"I'm good. What about you Mrs. Roth?" I asked her.

"Sam and I are fine," she said laughing, "I just got a call from Rachel though."

"Okay?" I asked wearily causing Cole to look at me worried.

"She told me she recognized Cole and she's not the only one starting to put things together." I stood up from the bed and began to pace.

"What do you mean 'put things together'?" I asked anxiety climbing. Cole watched me as I paced back and forth.

"Rachel knows Cole is famous but some girls from the wedding are beginning to talk. They don't really believe Cole is from Mississippi considering he says 'Da' and asked for Canadian beer. " I bit my lip.

"Thanks for the heads up." I said.

"I know you're not happy about it but you can still have a wedding." Grace said trying to make me feel better.

"What did she say exactly?" I asked Grace.

"She said she didn't recognize him at first, until her little sister told her, he looked just like the guy from Narkotika." She told her.

"Okay. I have to go Grace." I said a little annoyed with the news.

"It will be okay. Bye Isabel, don't worry." She said a little stressed.

"Bye." I told her. I hung up and stopped pacing.

"What?" He said looking at me.

"People are starting to figure it out Cole."

"Figure out what?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Oh." He said. He stuck his index fingers through the hooks of my jeans pulling me close to him. I rested my arms on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "It's going to be okay." Just then the doorbell had rung causing me to jump and Cole to stand. I walked to the front door with Cole tailing me a few feet behind me. I looked out the window on the front door and saw my father standing and looking furious.

Cole's POV:

I didn't think Isabel's father on our front door step was bad until he came inside revealing a person standing behind him. That was when the panic set in. It had been years since I saw the brown hair girl in person and my heart sunk. What the hell was she doing here? Tom Culpeper entered the house with a gun in his holster and looked at me. He pulled Isabel's arm to create space in between us.

"Dad! What are you doing? Stop pulling my arm." She said trying to pull her arm free but her father refused. Angie stepped inside and shut the door. Isabel scowled at me for the first time in a year and automatically knew who the girl was in front of us. "Why are you here?" She growled at her.

"I'm here to talk to Cole, but it is nice that you know who I am?" Angie said crossing her arms across her chest.

"What are you doing here with Isabel's father?" I said equally irritated at her attitude.

"I saw the interview Cole." Tom interjected. Isabel looked wide-eyed at her father and her jaw dropped. "I contacted her."

"You asshole!" Isabel said ripping her arm out of her father's grasp and walked into Beck's kitchen. Tom looked at Isabel angrily and stomped after her. I followed her into the room and watched her get two glasses and fill them with water. After giving one to Angie and taking a sip, she slammed the cup on to the counter and wiped her lips. I tried to figure out what was coming next.

"Tom. Give me the gun. Now" I said holding my hand out. He reluctantly gave it to me and watched as I opened the window and threw.

"What the—," He began.

"I don't want anyone to get shot." I looked at Izzy and watched her approve of my actions.

"What the hell were you thinking bring Angie here? Why the hell would you even let him ask me to marry him if you knew this information?" Angie began choking on her drink but Isabel ignored it and I just handed her a napkin on the counter.

"You're getting married?" She said holding the napkin in front of her mouth. She looked down at the ring on Isabel's finger.

"I knew he was crap when he asked to marry you. I thought he wouldn't commit that he would run off, which Angie confirmed this when she told me about Cole's and her past together." Tom said.

"Do you hear what you're saying Dad? It's the past! Who gives a shit?" Isabel screamed her face turning slightly red. "Stop trying to control me. Just because we lost Jack does not mean you get to run my life!"

"Isabel, this is not about Jack. This is about your messed up fiancé that has been with so many women he can't even remember their names and the fact that he is fine when Angie's brother is still missing! Do you really trust him? He's got track marks up and down his arms!" Her father said jabbing a finger towards my arms.

"Yes I do. Without a doubt. And so what, he cheated on Angie. Everything you're bringing up now, he has already confessed to me. I love him so screw you. And don't bullshit me, Jack is the reason you shot the wolves, Jack is the reason you don't trust me and Jack is the reason you shipped me back to California the second you got the chance. Dad, I love you but you have got to stop being an ass all the time." She said having finally calmed down.

"Isabel," she looked at me, "I think we need to tell Angie the truth."

"Hold on one second." She smiled at them and pulled me all the way to the garage. "Are you out of your mind? That is the dumbest idea I have ever heard from you and that is hard to top."

"Not the time for jokes. Seriously, we need to tell her. They'll never give up on Victor and it's my fault. I feel guilty for killing him and your father was right. I messed up. Look, I love you and want to marry you. Angie being her and standing in front of me has not changed that, even though your father brought a gun and was planning to shoot me. I still want to marry you. You are the ONLY girl for me Miss Isabel Culpeper, err—well Miss Isabel St. Clair." I was holding her hands at this point. She shrugged and let go. We walked back to the kitchen where Angie and Tom were talking quietly but stopped when they noticed us walk back in.

"Angie. What can we do to help you?" I asked her.

"I just want to find out what happened to Victor and how the hell you two got here." She said.

"And Tom?" I said looking pointedly at him.

"I just want to know who the hell you are." He said angry and reached for his empty holster unconsciously.

"Well Tom, I am the lead singer of a band from Canada called Narkotika. We began when I was sixteen, Angie's brother Victor and a couple of other guys. My publicist realized that my fame was beginning to take its toll on me and kidnapped me from a concert, along with Victor to sober us up. My publicist planned it with Beck so we could sober up without our reputation being destroyed and we ended up here." I said.

"So where is Victor?" Angie asked.

"Where is Beck? And if you're sober now, why didn't you go back to your fame and fortune." Tom asked.

"Before Victor could become himself again he died of a disease. I'm so sorry, Angie. Beck is gone, only Sam knows where he went." I clarified.

"So Grace is involved with this too? Mr. Brisbane would no way allow this." Tom said.

"Grace doesn't know anything except that Beck is Sam's adopted father." Isabel said defending Grace. I looked out the window to the edge of the woods where a wolf was watching us in the house. I tried to focus back into conversation with bring attention to my gaze but Angie caught.

"I knew Beck was a suspicious guy, living up here with the wolves all the time and I bet he even fed them. Disgusting." Just the Tom looked at Isabel who drove in front of a helicopter full of bullets to prevent the wolves from getting hurt. She ignored his comment about it.

"Dad, why don't we talk over here? I'll tell you more about Cole." She said and they both moved into the living room.

"Angie, let's talk outside."

"Angie, I'm sorry. For everything, even Victor."

"Cole? Where is Victor's body?" She asked.

"This is going to sound absolutely insane but when Victor died, he wasn't human." She stared at me.

"What are you talking about?" She said to me. I nodded towards the edge of the woods and watched her notice all of the wolves standing at the edge. She didn't say anything for a few minutes. "Are you telling me Victor died a… a… a…"

"Wolf." I said. "I made him do it with me. Beck was a wolf and he bit us. I shouldn't have dragged him into it because my life was such shit. He did for me." She was still silent but she observed the wolves and listened to me. "I was so excited to get away from my life but it back fired. I was the first wolf to shift back to a human and Victor never did. He died a wolf. We buried him over there." I said nodding towards the spot. She walked over there. I didn't follow her; I stayed back and gave her some space. Angie never cried.

"I was a coward. I promised him something when we got his body back." I said when she returned to my side.

"Got his body back?" She asked.

"He was shot."

"Shot by who?" She asked again.

I didn't answer.

"Shot by who?" She asked again but I didn't answer. Tom walked outside with one of Beck's guns aimed at a wolf.

"Why the hell do you let those things hang out here? They killed Jack. Kill them." I ran and threw myself at Tom Culpeper knocking him to the ground. Isabel kicked the gun as hard as she could. I rolled away from Tom and watched him get up wiping the mud off his denim jacket.

"You killed him." Angie said standing in front of the scene on the ground. Tom looked at her confused by her accusation.

"What are you talking about?" Tom said. Angie had just realized what she just said and covered her mouth with her hand. Tom looked at Isabel and me. "What is she talking about?" I looked at Isabel and she looked at me with the same expression.

"She-," Isabel started.

"What is it? Why am I being blamed for someone's death?" Tom said.

"The wolves are people, Dad." Isabel said with a sigh. "It's not your fault, you couldn't have known."

"What are you talking about Isabel? Are you on drugs? Tell me what it is, I will get you help baby. You know I will. Is that why you're marrying him?" Tom said about to turn and kill me.

"No, Dad. It's hard to explain." Isabel said rubbing her forehead. I ran into the house past Isabel and grabbed the adrenaline from the fridge. I walked back outside and took off my long sleeved white shirt.

"Why in the hell do you have a needle?! I thought you said he was clean Isabel! Dammit!" Tom yelled.

"He is! Cole, what the hell are you—, " She just figured out what I was doing. "Cole, this is a bad idea. This won't change anything!"

"It's the only way he will understand. It's too late. We have to take the risk to see if he will stop shooting the wolves."

"It won't. He'll just kill you! And then we will never get married." Isabel said running towards me. I took off my jeans.

"Jesus Christ," Tom said.

"I love you, Izzy, even if your father shoots me." I kissed her once and felt the pinch of the needle into my skin. She picked up my clothes and stepped back. She stood on the porch with Angie and Tom who had moved during our kiss. My thumb pressed top of the needle, I yanked it out afterward and began counting the seconds.

One.

My stomach twisted.

Isabel.

Two.

My muscled stretched and pulled.

Isabel.

Three.

Gone.

Isabel.

Isabel's POV:

I was waiting for Angie and my dad to react but watched Cole's green eyes look at me as we counted down the seconds until normal Cole returned. They said nothing so I assumed it was okay to step off the porch and walk towards him.

"Don't eat these Cole. My father hates you but he doesn't want to see you naked." I smiled at him and placed the clothes in front of him. I reached my hand out towards him and see if he would sniff it. He seemed skittish but moved forward slightly and sniffed at my hand. I put my hand on his nose and felt it was wet and cold. He then changed back and I had my hand on his human nose. He picked up his jeans and slid them on.

"I could have eaten you." He said to me.

"I trusted you." I gave him his shirt.

"You shouldn't. Do you think your dad put together that you've seen me naked before?" He whispered in my ear when I hugged him.

"Don't bring it up." I said back and let him go.

Dad took it the hardest.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know." Cole said trying to comfort him.

"But I killed people. I killed Victor." He said.

"Dad you relieved them of pain. Some of those wolves haven't been human for years." I said.

"Years? You can be stuck that way?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I only want to know one more thing… What happened to Jack?" Dad asked. My stomach fell to the floor and I began to mentally panic. I can't tell my father I killed my brother.

"Jack died because his body could handle being a wolf." Cole said and released my breath. Dad got up from the chair and looked at the photos on the cupboards.

"These people were the wolves." He said, not asking but just stating it.

"Yes." Isabel let go of my hand and stood next to her Dad. Angie had just gotten off the phone and put it on the table.

"Everything is fine. My mom accepts that he's really gone now." She said. "I really just want to go home now." Dad looked away from the photos and walked to where she and Cole were standing.

"I'll take you back to the airport." He said heading out of the door.

"Oh, I assume you won't tell anyone right?" Cole said. I swatted his arm and rolled my eyes.

"Who would believe us if we did?" Dad said. "I will see you later Bella. Cole." He opened the door and walked out.

"Bye Cole." Angie said giving him a quick peck on the cheek and I a faint smile. She followed him out of the door.

Ten Months Later…
Cole's POV:

"Ready?" Sam said popping his head into the room. I was fidgeting with the tie on my tuxedo. "Here, let me get that."

Sam was fixing my tie and I looked out the window. My hands were actually clammy and I was sweating.

"Were you this nervous?" I asked him when he let go. He smiled at me.

"No." He said.

"Yeah, well not everyone meets their true love at eight years old." I smirked, making a joke to calm my nerves.

"Yes, but if you think about it, only Isabel should be nervous." He said.

"Why?"

"Because Isabel is marrying you and even though she's cold she doesn't have a record." He said making a joke although he was right.

"I am lucky to have her." I said quietly.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Sam asked cupping his ear. "Did you say you were 'lucky to have her'? Damn, I told Cole that he was obligated to come to this. I figured he would hire a look-alike."

"That's funny Sam." I said bitterly to him.

"It's going to be fine." There was a knock at the door; Sam opened it to find Grace and Tom.

"Cole, I swear if you hurt her I will kill you myself. I will rip you up into pieces and feed you to the wolves." She said pointing her manicure finger at me. Tom looked like he had the words ripped out of his mouth and watched Grace. I held my hands up in surrender.

"I don't destroy people anymore." I dropped my hands, "but you look very nice Grace."

"Thanks." She said. Her hair was curled and left loose around her shoulders. She was wearing a long strapless salmon colored dress that reached the floor. Of course, Grace being the maid of honor, Rachel and a girl named Julie became bridesmaids.

Sam was my best man. He was the only friend I had left and the person who didn't ask questions even though he already knew everything through Grace.

Isabel walked down the aisle to Cole. He was smiling at her as she walked towards him in her white gown. Isabel's gown had a sweetheart neckline with a mesh top covering her shoulders with lace flowers decorating the gown till it reached her hips and became a full ball skirt. Her blonde was pulled half- up and she wore natural make-up. Her dad lifter her vale when she stopped in front of Cole. He kissed her cheeks, wiped a tear and handed her to Cole.

"Take care of my little girl." He said. Cole looked at Isabel as a tear ran down her cheeks. She gave her Dad one last hug and smiled him a reassurance. Cole took her hand in his and smiled through his blurry eyes. Isabel took a couple of seconds to look at the guests and noticed a blonde haired woman in the front row and familiar green eyes staring at me.

…

"Please exchange your vows." said the Priest.

"Cole James St. Clair. I had no idea that you would be the man I married." Tears were falling down Isabel's cheeks. "I never knew that I could love you. I never knew that someone could love me like you love me. When we met, I was broken and hurt and angry. But you, you fixed my broken heart. I can't wait to spend my life with you; I couldn't imagine a better person to live with forever."

"Isabel Rosemary Culpeper. I love you even though you're father may not want me to. I'm so glad I met you. I'll never forget the first I saw you and was so frozen by your beauty. I can't live without you. I know you were my fate. I am so lucky to have you. I will love you forever. I swear to it. I promise you forever." Isabel wiped a tear from Cole's cheek and smiled at him.

"You may kiss the bride." They kissed. They just watched each other realizing that their future was right beside them. They took in the applause, the faces that congratulated them and their new life as husband and wife.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cole St. Clair!" said the happy Priest behind them. Cole leaned to whisper one word in her ear.

Forever…

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