Epilogue
Delilah - Two Years Later
“Oh, fucking heck…” I grumble, as the two babies in my very large stomach have me rolling over in bed once more.
“You okay?” a very tired Matteo asks, as he cradles our one-year-old son, rocking him back to sleep.
“Shhh,” Dean scolds, rocking our one-year-old’s twin brother.
“These girls are giving me hell,” I complain, just before someone starts massaging my feet. I look down to see it’s Quil, who has a frown firmly in place as he stares at my stomach.
“You don’t know they’re girls…” he grumbles, making me chuckle.
“Two sets of fraternal twins. Two boys. One fathered by Matteo, and the other by Dean… I know these two will be girls.” I pause, as a particularly hard kick nearly crushes my kidney.
“Oh, ouch. Okay, I’m wrong. Only one of these babies is a girl.
” I look back over at Quil. “She’s definitely yours,” I tease, making Coal chuckle beside me.
“Fitting,” Quil mumbles, still half asleep.
“I hate all of you,” he gripes, making all of us chuckle until Dean shushes us again.
“Three boys, and one girl? The fates are messing with us,” Quil complains.
“She’ll have three brothers to protect her, Quil. She’ll be just fine,” I reassure him, and he nods.
“She’ll be a Luna, just like her mother. Which means multiple mates.” The heavy sigh he lets out makes me giggle, and I nod.
“We have twenty years before we need to worry about that. For now, let’s focus on today.”
“Yes, my Luna.”
In just a few months, Coal will be looking for other Dormant Wolves to hopefully answer all of our questions. Our babies are all Dormant. Like I was. Like my mother and her mother before her.
According to my mother, my grandmother was from an unknown pack. A pack no one’s heard of because they aren’t supposed to exist. Unless you were born into it.
Fallen Moon.
I would have been, except my grandmother was mated young. No one realized what she was because the mark woke her Wolf. At least, that's what my mother and I guessed.
So here we are, waiting for two more babies to be born into a world that might not accept them. We’re working on that.
I’m working on that. One way or another, I will leave this world a better place when I die.
Quinlyn - 20 years later
“Mom!” I shout, annoyed with my brothers, and their usual mischief.
I’m the baby by like eight minutes. Carter was born before me by technicality.
“Derek!” my older brother Myles shouts for our oldest brother.
Instead, our fathers, Coal and Matteo, come rushing around the corner.
“What the hell is going on?” Papa, or as Mom calls him, Coal, throws his hands in the air. Dad, also known as Matteo, chuckles at our hot headed Papa.
“Calm down, Dean.” Mom shakes her head as she drags Pops with her into my room. “You too, Quil. Get in here and wish your children good luck on their first day at Unity Moon Academy,” Mom says to Father.
“They want me to help them sneak out tonight,” I tattle on my brothers, knowing damn well our parents won’t care. My brothers and I are all adults. I just want them to stop including me in their bullshit.
“It’s not sneaking out after age eighteen, Quin,” Myles teases as he ruffles my hair. “And you know we aren’t leaving you behind. Carter will drag your ass over his shoulder if he has to.” My mom suppresses a laugh, and I throw my hands in the air.
“Fine!” I snap. It’s not that I don’t love my brothers, because I do, I just really want some space. There are three of them, and it seems like they have coordinated a way to keep their eyes on me at all times.
It makes it nearly impossible for me to find a boyfriend. Not to mention how hard it can be to make friends. I can’t tell if these girls want to be friends with me or are just using me to get closer to my brothers.
A queasy shudder travels over my skin when I’m reminded of the reason. My brothers agreed that they’d find one mate, which makes it hard for them to find a girlfriend. Girls always want one of them, but never all three.
Some pretend, hoping the one they want will change their mind for her.
Ultimately, my brothers share a bond too strong to be broken by one woman.
“Have a good day, my love, but you know we’ll be there if you need us,” Father says, as he kisses my head. All four of my mother's mates raised us. We might know which one is biologically our father, but all four of them mean everything to each of us.
“I know. I’ll see you in Combat, Papa in Human Affairs, Pops in Art, and Dad in History.”
“I’ll be there, too,” Mom pouts, and I roll my eyes.
“You’re the Headmistress. That’s different.”
“Is it?” she teases.
“Come on, baby sis. Don’t be such a sour puss.” Carter wraps his arm around my neck, making me sigh.
I know they have no intention of giving me space. They’re worried I’m a Luna like Mom is. They don’t trust other Wolves not to use the mate mark against me as a way to gain power.
I can’t blame them. Our dads are good men now, but Mom’s told us their love story many times. We know how badly Quil and Coal had it when they were children. Mom was mated shortly after she turned twenty-one. That's just a few months away for me.
Myles and Derek are already there.
They don’t realize I worry about them just as much. We’re all Dormant. We know our Wolves can be awoken by the mate mark, but that’s permanent. It can’t be undone. So sure, we might have our Wolf, but what if we make a mistake? Mate the wrong Wolf?
I’m smaller than my brothers, but I’m also quieter. Faster. It’s easy to go unseen when your brothers are all so… obnoxious.
If I have to, I’ll keep girls away from them. I just won’t be so obvious about it. Just the sketchy ones, though. Or the ones who want more than just… Ew, gross. But you get the point.
Carter
“Is that the Fallen Moon Luna?” my older brother Myles asks, staring at a beautiful girl neither of us has ever met. We heard she’d be attending this year. It took our Papa fifteen years to track down the Fallen Moon pack.
“Yeah, I think that’s her.” She's Dormant, just like my siblings and I. Like our mother was. She comes from a long line of Dormant Wolves. A long line of Dormants turned Luna, just like our mother.
“Dibs,” Myles snaps, making me roll my eyes.
Quin thinks we all agreed to share, but the truth is, we just use that as an excuse.
None of us wants a girl to get too attached, and what better way to prevent that than to say your brother isn’t interested?
Plus, most girls don’t actually want three mates, even if they do want one night with all three of us.
I shrug, not really caring.
“She's Dormant. She’ll be looking for a mate to unlock her Wolf,” I warn my brother.
“Balls. You’ve got a point,” he says, even though he and I are in no rush to unlock our own Wolves. Derek might be, though. He almost fucked up last year. He was so close to mating with that pack hopper. Thankfully, he caught her cheating before he gave her his bite.
“Besides, it looks like Quinlyn’s already made friends with her,” I add, pointing to our little sister who’s yammering away, as the princess watches her closely, clearly amused.
“Fuck,” Myles grumbles, making me chuckle.
“Yeah, so now you really need to leave her be. If you ruin it for Quin, she’ll murder all of us in our sleep.”
“True, very true.” Myles nods frantically. Our little sister is vicious. Sure, she looks sweet with the pink rose in red hair that matches Mom’s. There are no uniforms since Mom hates them which means my sister is wearing a pink vest over a white polo, a black skirt, and knee-high white socks.
Honestly, she looks like she’s trying to keep men away from her. Maybe she is.
The new girl, however, is wearing a tight black crop top and tight jeans with black leather boots. She looks more likely to beat your ass than to be a student.
When she throws her arm over my sister's shoulder and starts pulling her down the hall, I let out a sigh of relief.
My sister might be vicious, but at least with a girl from Fallen Moon around, she might be less likely to be a target for bullies and jealous bitches.
Not to mention all those girls who try to use her to get to my brothers and me.
“Come on, let’s get to class. Dad might be the chill one, but he’ll still freak if we’re late,” I tell Myles, who nods his agreement.
There’s an ominous feeling in the air today. Like something is coming.
Something none of us is ready for.
At least we have each other.
The End