Epilogue
Epilogue
Laithe
“ L ittle wolf,” I say, laughing and shaking my head. “We'll have none of that.”
Ember is in wolf form, but she still conveys a pouty look as she twists her head toward me.
“She's just claiming them,” Dread says, snorting a laugh.
“Peeing on your siblings, even in wolf form, is uncalled for,” Arsyn says, scooping up Ember and hauling her off toward the bathroom.
“What the hell were we thinking when we got excited over four babies?” Ryk asks, laughing and shaking his head.
Riven is circling his father's head and generally giving us all a heart attack as he conquers flying at under a year old.
Dash is lounging on Dread's chest. I blame the rotten little hound for teaching Ember how to lift her leg to pee while in wolf form.
“How many more years until we have an empty nest?” I ask as Larke attacks Chaos's wing.
Fucking Arsyn. We had a whole first letter association going on until the idiot incubus ruined it.
“Don't let your bully of a child attack mine,” Arsyn says, coming into the room and plucking Larke off Chaos. He hands me my adorable little bloodsucker.
“How many years?” I ask again as Larke lunges for my jugular. I plant a hand over his tiny monster face and chuckle as he gnaws on my palm.
“Give or take seventeen,” Arsyn says, nuzzling his face to Chaos's. “It's okay. We all know we're the lovers, not the fighters of the group.”
“I spent seventeen years in a coffin once when my maker had an off day,” I say as Larke continues to drink from my wrist. “We can totally ride this out. No more offspring.”
Emerson comes in with Ember on her hip. She’s so goddamn beautiful, it takes my breath away. Ember is in human form, and she wiggles to get down and play with her brothers.
“Have I told you how much I love waking up to find you guys let me sleep in?” Em asks, coming to sit next to me. “Good morning, handsome.”
I turn, because obviously she's talking to me...only to find she's got Larke cuddled to her chest. The little fucker blinks up at her with a toothy grin, pretending like he hasn't been a damn hellion for the last three hours.
All three of the other boys are instantly on their best behavior as they come to give their mom good morning kisses.
“They sure are good at faking it,” Ryk mutters under his breath.
“Indeed,” Arsyn agrees.