Epilogue
WREN
Three Months Later
I race across the field with Talon chasing me. We planted a bunch of Fae wildflowers and they’re finally blooming, tinkling their sweet sounds as we dash around each other.
Lark laughs behind me, and I grab his hand. We twirl around and around, lifting into the air. It’s an acrobatic feat that took us weeks to perfect, getting our wings to work together.
All our friends run around, including Frankie. The Hellhound loves to bite at the singing flowers, but Pike keeps her from actually taking a chomp.
It’s as if all of Hex is in the field enjoying our flowers and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sparkle plays with his youngest sibling, giving Ferris a piggyback ride.
Gabe and Van make out in the taller flowers.
Beau flies around everyone, screeching his happy bat sounds while Poe watches from the ground.
Ethan examines all of the flowers he can reach and catalogs the sounds in a journal while Wick watches on with an adoring look on his face.
Talon shifts into his griffin and slowly flies around us all, watching for threats that won’t come. He doesn’t know how much he truly is a protector. I think he just needs a purpose that makes sense to him, and that’s going to be me and Hex.
I fly to him and slide onto his back to rub his shoulders. His fur is soft beneath my fingers.
I lean down and press my cheek against his neck, breathing in the warm, earthy scent of him. His wings beat steadily beneath us, carrying us higher above the celebration.
“I love you,” I whisper against his fur.
Talon’s griffin form rumbles beneath me, a sound I’ve learned to recognize as contentment. He banks slowly, circling the field where our friends laugh and play among the flowers we planted together.
Months ago, I arrived in Hex broken and stripped of everything I knew. Now I have this. A new home, a community, a purpose. And Talon.
He shifts back as we land, and I slide into his naked arms. His eyes are warm and full of adoration.
“Forever?” he asks, the word barely audible over the singing flowers.
I kiss him. “Forever. And ever and ever and ever.”
Around us, the wildflowers chime their approval, and somewhere in the distance, Frankie barks at a butterfly. Hex hums with life, and I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
The End.
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