🐾 Summer St. James 🐾

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Name:  Summer Caroline Montgomery nee St. James Age:  twenty five Date of Birth:  December 22nd, 1990 Zodiac:  Capricorn. Gender:  Female. Eye color:  Hazel. Hair color:  Brown.  Height:  5′3″ Scars:  knife wound scar in her left shoulder Burns:  cigarette burns along her abdomen  Over weight:  No. Under weight:  Slightly.

Favourite…

Color:  Red. Hair color:  No preference Eye color:  No preference. Song:  Ride by Twenty One Pilots Movie: Nightmare on Elm Street T.V. Show:  Jessica Jones Food:  Hawaiian Pizza Drink:  Rum and Coke Video Game: Injustice: Gods Among Us Place:  Hollow Grove Animal:  Tiger Ice cream flavor:  Cookies and Cream

Have you…

Had sex:  Yes. Had sex in public:  Yes.  Gotten pregnant:  Yes. Kissed a boy:  Yes. Kissed a girl:  No. Gotten tattoos:  Yes. Gotten piercings:  Yes. Smoke or drank:  Yes. Had a broken heart:  Yes. Been in love:  Yes. Needed surgery:  Yes. Stayed up for more than 24 hours:  Yes.

Are you…

A virgin:  No. A cuddler:  Yes. A kisser:  Yes. Scared easily:  Yes. Jealous easily:  No.  Trustworthy:  Yes. Dominant:  No. Submissive:  Yes In love:  No. Single:  Yes. Taken:  No. Considered mean:  Depends

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  Summer was stuck at the office for one reason or another and had called Mikkel for a favor - thought ‘favor’ implied it was something he wouldn’t have done unless she’d asked. He’d picked Hunter up from his daycare, fed him, even gave him a bath before tucking the boy into bed…not that he’d stayed there for more than ten minutes, now sprawled out across his grandfather’s lap. The wolf couldn’t help but grin at the light snoring coming from the boy, his eyelids fluttering causing Mikkel to wonder at what such a young and innocent mind could be dreaming about. A wave of sorrow crashed over him as he gently brushed the boy’s hair from his face, grabbing the notebook and pen he’d been using before his company had joined him.

Summer St. James,  I missed out on most of your life. I’d like to say I would have been there had I known from the beginning, but I’ve learned lying to the people that matter is no way to go about things. I wouldn’t have been there, because things might have been different, and if things had been different you might not have one of the most amazing gifts this world can offer - your son. As much as I wish I had known you better, wish I had been there for all those big moments in your life, wish I could’ve saved you from all the wrong in your life…I think it worked out the way it was supposed to.  In the few months I’ve known you, you’ve managed to remind me of a few things I’d long since forgotten. Seeing you, such a beautiful and strong young woman, willing to do anything you had to in order to protect Hunter. Seeing you laugh and love and just…live. You’ve reminded me why I live the life I do. Reminded me that…I’m not done, and I can’t do what needs done from a house in a town like Hollow Grove.  The Greysons will look after you and Hunter, because they’re good people and because they know I’ll hunt them to the ends of this world and the next if they don’t. I know it doesn’t mean much, but I love you, kid, and I am proud of the woman you are. It’d be nice if I could make promises, tell you I’ll be back or I’ll visit - but the truth is…I’ll be gone by sun-up, and I don’t plan on coming back, because a peaceful life with family and friends is just too tempting. You can write, one of the Greysons’ will know where to send the letter, but I can’t say I’ll write back.   I’m sorry.                        your father,                Mikkel Grym