Epilogue FEYRA
It had been a year since the death of Lady Skol, and Dion and I were the new rulers of Lassig.
It had been an unchallenged declaration from all the pack leaders of the Warlands the day after the battle.
Dion had asked them to think deeply about it, that a decision like that shouldn’t be rushed or taken lightly.
But Locke simply laughed, along with every other pack leader.
He became embarrassed and Locke took him under his shoulder.
“Dion, you haven’t seen how big of a werewolf you are.
I have. You killed four Siren Singers in the blink of an eye!
” He laughed even harder and slapped his back.
“You and your mate are the King and Queen easily.”
Our first decree was to open the gates to the Warlands.
Every werewolf was free to come and go, every Sleep Singer and Foreteller would be given a safe haven too.
All were welcome in Lassig. The gates were open from sun up to sun down.
That was it, all were welcome and given whatever they needed to survive and get back on their feet.
Our new rule would be one of inclusion, no one would be judged for who they were.
That’s not to say there weren’t a lot of people that were evicted, however.
A lot of merchants that had supported or benefited from Lady Skol’s reign were made to leave.
They, along with her army, were all given the same supplies and told to march out into the Warlands.
They were to not stop until after the wastelands ended, and to make sure that they fulfilled his decree, a legion of werewolves would accompany them to the boundaries of Jebra.
Because that was another mystery of Malwreith that had been solved.
Lady Skol had covered the road to Malwreith in dust and debris, it had remained hidden in the Warlands all these years.
But with her death, the road was revealed.
We’d decided to restore the city back to its old beauty.
We planned to rebuild the walls and gates, the buildings, the temple.
We would make the gardens what they used to be.
It was a single wish that Melania had asked me in my dreams. The last time in fact, that I ever saw her.
But more than that, she’d told me where records could be found in Lassig.
As it turned out, Lassig had been a sister city to Malwreith, and deep in the castle we found the records.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, fingering the scar that ran the length of my chest. From my neck down to my heart. Lady Skol’s knife had pierced my chest where the burning timber had branded me months earlier, I guess that was a part of the prophecy I didn’t know.
From there I looked at the room behind me.
We’d taken over the old King and Queen room in the castle.
It had been boarded up and forgotten under Lady Skol, but with us now living here, we’d done all we could to make it homey.
Which was easy, as every day Dion and I received visitors wanting to bring thanks and gifts to us.
Many of them had known Roman or been helped by him at some point in their life.
Each time Dion would spend more time with them, listening to their stories and happy memories of his father.
It was a way to build the connection he’d never known existed.
But that of course wasn’t all. Our room wasn’t just filled with great gifts and rugs and carvings and wooden trinkets, it was filled with two crying little voices.
Dion and I had been blessed with twins within the first year of our rule.
I’d felt the first kicks as autumn had begun to fall in Lassig.
The merchants that had spent the summer selling wares and spreading the news had returned, bringing the cool airs that came off the Warlands at night.
But more than that, I couldn’t appease my hunger.
I was suddenly ravenous. Unquenchable in thirst and food.
Not to mention sex. I couldn’t get enough of Dion as it was, but now?
Any spare moment had been taken as a challenge.
I smiled at him asleep in bed with the twins.
A boy and a girl. We’d named them after the fated King and Queen we’d been reborn from, Diora and Elex.
They were curled up in the crooks of his arms, as he too was fast asleep.
All three snored. They were their father’s cubs.
And the gold streak that ran through his hair now floated with every exhale.
Ever since the night of the Fall of Skol, as it had been called, his hair had developed the change.
He hadn’t worn the talisman again, and it now lay in a protected box along with the locket I’d worn most of my life.
As it turned out, both were extremely powerful medallions from the Half-Moon pack age. Another bit of information Melania had told me in the dreamscape. But now that we were in a time of peace, we’d decided to put them away.
I looked at the hour of the sun. I would have to wake them soon.
With any luck they would wake by themselves, but if not, I didn’t want us to be late to our own ceremony.
It’d been us who’d decided to honor the night of the battle and all those that had fallen.
But not just the night of the battle—all of those that had died for the end of Lady Skol’s reign.
Plaques had been raised on the inside of the walls along the borders.
The gates themselves had been rebuilt and named.
As Dion and I had been watched over most of our lives, we decided the people of Lassig, and now the Half-Moon pack, would benefit from it to.
So the two gates had been renamed after my Aunt Teetee and Dion’s uncle Marcus.
They were watched over by the guard tower renamed for Roman.
It was a silly little thing, but it gave us peace.
It gave Dion a place to go when he needed time to think.
Because all three could be seen and watched over from my old hideout, the one I’d spent so much time in dreaming I was a shifter.
Elex began to stir on the bed. He let out a small whimper, then rolled over further into Dion. He rolled back, he was searching for me. He cried out. I ran over and picked him up.
“My little cub,” I cooed. Then Diora woke and cried. My arms were full now, both babies waking up and wanting food. “My two little cubs,” I said. “You’re hungry?”
“And what about me?” Dion asked, stretching on the bed and then smiling up at me. “Am I nothing?”
“No,” I replied, a big grin on my face too, “you’re the love of my life. Fated, some say.” He grinned. “But these little treasures are my world now. Lassig and the Warlands are yours, this is all I need.”
Dion got out of bed and picked me up along with the babies. “Well this is all I need too!” He let me down and pressed his head against mine. I love you, he said in wolf sense.
“Now come on,” I said. “We need to get ready and leave. The ceremony begins soon.”
“I don’t think so,” Dion said.
“Why?” I asked. “I’ve been waiting for you all to wake up and–”
Dion pointed to my arms. I looked down and couldn’t help but let my heart melt. The twins had fallen back asleep in my arms. “Well maybe…maybe we can…” But I had nothing.
“It must be fated,” Dion said, with a big grin. “We’ll just have to be late.”
He laughed and I couldn’t help but start shaking with laughter too. “Don’t make me laugh,” I hissed. But it was inevitable. I kept shaking. The babies grumbled.
Dion hugged me, held the babies and me tight. He began humming a tune, rocking us all in his arms. Suddenly I was feeling tired too, and I couldn’t think of anything better than taking a nap with my pack. My world. My fate.
I fell asleep in the arms of my love, holding what we loved the most.