Epilogue
Rylee
Ipark my car across the street from the bar.
Keeping my focus on the entrance, I apply my red lipstick and wait for my prey.
I’ve kept a secret from Heath, my savior, found brother, and friend.
For months, he killed the men who held me captive, at least, he thought he did.
I kept one name a secret, preparing for the day I would be ready to confront him.
He was the man in charge who took a young, gullible, love-struck girl and violated her.
I have been abandoned, abused, shot, and underestimated most of my life.
The first time I felt safe was when Heath found me and gave me a home.
Haven has been my friend, sister, and ride-or-die.
She's found her mates and is happy. I don’t regret taking a bullet for her, and I would do it again.
I’ve worked hard to change my life and find the strength to confront the nightmares of my past.
I’m tired of being afraid. I have doubted my power and my fox's resilience.
Today, I’m done.
The man I've tracked for years appears from the dark, walking into the building. My heart races, and I take several breaths. I concentrate on my purpose and open my door. Swinging my bare legs out, I ease to my feet and step to the side. I lock the car and run my palm down my side. My dress is short, tight, red, and guaranteed to make a man look twice. I’m not the same girl I was at sixteen.
I’ve changed, and the man I’m targeting is human, so my scent won’t be recognizable.
I close my eyes for a moment, remembering his abuse, and then move forward.
I didn’t tell Heath because I want the pleasure of killing him.
I’ve watched and waited. My skills at fighting have grown, and I don’t flinch every time someone touches me.
I’ve taken my sexuality back and embraced my power.
As I step onto the sidewalk, I’m aware of the heated looks aimed my way, and glide my palm down my long, dark, red hair.
Sometimes, men are simple. Show some leg, give them attention, and hint at the possibility of sex, and they don’t pay attention to the face of the woman giving you an opportunity.
I’m betting he won’t notice the similarities between the girl he broke in the woman I am today.
I’m counting on it.
I want to see his face when I tell him, as I plunge my knife into his stomach.
After I cut his dick off.