Epilogue
It took a month just to deal with the people who had been in the underground facility, sorting out who was to be trusted and forgiven, versus those who would betray us or had done too much to be wiped clean.
Once we’d accomplished everything having to do with the people, we moved on to the information section of this endeavor.
To tell you that we now held information that could end every powerful person in the world, is almost an understatement.
This is how the brothers were able to keep people in line and under their control for so long, giving them whatever they wanted.
It was amazing the goodwill you could broker when you shared that their blackmailer was gone and you were giving them back whatever evidence you had.
Bonus was, we knew their deep dark secrets so they were happy to play nice with us.
I was hoping once they learned who I was and what I was about, they would turn into real allies.
It was also decided among my advisers, a.k.a.
, Maria, Kate, Christian, Neveah, and my mates, that we keep the underground facility as a prison of sorts.
We’d cleared the place out of all lab equipment and items, but the way it was set up lent itself to that role very easily.
That way, we had an alternative to just killing them on the spot, which I was all for, since I would be the one having to do the killing if the crime warranted it.
When I broached the subject to the others who had stayed at the ranch to continue working on our revolution, they seemed to view it positively. So that was where we sent the people who we couldn’t trust. Kind of a poetic justice if you asked me.
The next major problem we had to deal with was spreading the word that there was a new queen in town and the rules were changing.
I traveled with my mates and advisers to the largest packs in the US, leaving key people in charge of things back at the ranch to continue dealing with the information—one of them being Chad.
Darius and I both agreed he’d more than earned himself the role of being in charge of the security business, seeing as he’d been running it since Darius mated me.
The look on his face was priceless, but I couldn’t have been happier with how things were being handled and felt totally comfortable leaving it in his hands.
Every pack that we met with gave us a surprisingly warm welcome.
I’d just assumed that everyone would be distrustful of anyone coming in after what Jason and Vadik had put them through.
It was then I figured out how Vadik was getting all that power I’d drained out of him.
He killed off all the alphas and replaced them with someone weaker, telling them to keep everyone in line.
Fearing for their lives with all the rules put into place, it was easy to keep control when they saw the consequences were death, or worse, becoming one of his experiments.
Another thing that I didn’t see coming was the fact the Crown Guards had not been the only ones to know the rumors about the Wolf Queen and join the revolution.
Whole packs were working against Jason and Vadik in secret, doing whatever they could to disrupt their efforts.
Once it was known that I was the Wolf Queen, in the flesh, it was easy to gain their confidence.
The last thing I wanted to deal with was the Collective.
My hope was by setting everything in motion in the US, it gave them a heads-up I was coming for them.
Besides my trusty motto that my wolf had come up with, my other pillar foundation of this new world I was building, was that it would be under one rule—mine.
None of the guys wanted me to make this trip, but it was the last stop I had to make before I was too pregnant to travel comfortably.
So, without any warning, we packed up and flew back to my mates’ home turf and knocked on the front door of the Collective.
They graciously met with us, full of apologies and gifts, trying to gloss over the fact they ran my mates out of Kursar.
With the threat of the world’s largest army raining down on them, they decided to retire and join me in my plan of a unified culture.
This, however, ended the moment we asked to see all of their files and paperwork on the packs under their protection.
We got our files and saw just how corrupt the Collective really had been—bleeding packs dry and using it to bolster their own pockets or buy more power.
True to my handy dandy motto, they fucked around and got sent to Bighorn Penitentiary, as Koit liked to call it.
While we were in the area, we stopped by Kursar but it didn’t feel like it was home and I was ready to return to the wide open plains of Montana. Besides, most of the work I needed to do was back in the US, at least for the time being, so that was where I needed to be as well.
As I’d learned, you never knew when that could change, and my life had changed drastically from where I started as an A&E doctor trying to claim her independence.
Now, I was soon to be a mom of three, two girls, and Maria guessed it, a little boy on the way.
Learning to juggle being a mom and Dama full time was a new experience but having seven mates and a group of trusted friends, who couldn’t get enough of the girls, sure helped.
My life was full of joy and love that surrounded me no matter where I went, making the hard parts of my job easier.
As for my promise to find and protect all the women used in the experiments, I’ve gone so far as to make a taskforce with the sole purpose of finding them.
Who better to lead this task force than Neveah and Nicole?
Funny thing about Nicole, she was more like me than anyone realized.
She got scratched by one of the girls in their wolf form and what do you know, the next full moon she shifted.
This proved how important it was to find and help these women.
These ladies were perfect and doing it better than I could have with everything that was on my plate.
All in all, as I look at my life now, I just see its potential to get even better. And who could ask for more?
The End.