Epilogue
EPILOGUE
JANUARY
G lass doors open ahead of us and my new suitcase — a gift from Ellie — rolls over the polished floor, the wheels snagging only slightly on the small lip of the doorway. Hot air hits me as soon as I step through from the air-conditioned terminal to the pavement outside, and I grin, tears pricking at my eyes behind my sunglasses.
Twenty eight years and I’m travelling again.
“Babe.”
Brett’s huge hand grabs mine, tugging me against him. I breathe in the smell of him, pressing a kiss to his broad chest. His smile matches my own.
“Amaia,” Alice says, smiling sweetly at me. She has her father’s grin — complete with sharp canines — and his yellow eyes. Everything else about her, from her button nose to her mousy brown hair, is from her lovely human mother. “When we get to my Nan’s house, can we have ice cream? It’s so hot!”
I grin. The cheek of this girl. She’s already figured out that she’s more likely to get a yes out of me than her father. She’s not lying though; it’s a good ten degrees hotter here than in Auckland, and I’m already sweating.
“We can all have ice cream,” Brett declares. “Now come on,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It’s time to go meet the pack.”