Vivian's POV

"They are going to shit a brick when we walk through the door," I laughed as we loaded into the limousine at the Minneapolis airport. We didn't have many belongings, having sold most before we left, but we each had two large suitcases.

There had been lots of tears as we packed up to leave, we had grown to love the island and the people. Jessica's news had pushed me over the top; we had cried half the night together. I resolved that I would do anything humanly (and werewolfly) possible to save her and her child. I was going to start as soon as I found out...