CHAPTER NINETY-THREE

HAZEL'S POV.

We were going to be having our fourth Christmas together. Me and the kids. 

Ha. Surprised much? Yeah, I gave birth to twins. Two beautiful kids. 

I watched them running back to the house, dodging between trees, and over rocks, with Xander coming behind them, sweat shining on his face, and a big smile that he'd been known to give the children whenever they went hunting. 

Remembering how my labor had been so hopeless four years ago brought a smile to my lips. My water broke, and I was forced to give birth on my own.

I thought I would die back then, but here I...