Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
Astrid had lost count of the number of full moons she attended. She stood, naked, at Lord’s favorite spot as he continued to light the candles. This was their anniversary. Their first full moon together.
Each year, he would bring her to this spot, regardless if there was a full moon or not.
Blake and his wife always took their four kids, and counting.
So far, they were the parents of two boys and two girls: Luke, Tiffany, Michele, and Brian.
She also knew they had a fifth on the way, but she hadn’t been able to tell Lord the news.
She had a sneaking suspicion he already knew.
Her parents had warned her Lord might want a pack of his own.
Astrid didn’t care if Lord wanted a pack or not.
She loved him, and his wolf was part of their lives.
Over the last ten years, Lord hadn’t changed.
He didn’t want to be part of a pack, and it turned out the only pack he was interested in was the one he created—their family, along with their friends, and the ranch hands.
They had watched them blossom, grow up, marry, have families of their own.
They were not a conventional wolf pack, but they were a family, with both wolves and humans part of it.
She knew Enzo had found the love of his life, a sweet girl in town.
Their Thanksgivings were always full. It was a family they had created together.
If one of them needed help, they were there.
Just like the storm a few years ago that damaged Blake’s roof.
They opened up their home, as Lord, Blake, and the ranchers got to work fixing all the damage to Blake’s house.
They did the same for Bill when the plumbing went wrong.
Staring up at the full moon, she felt Lord come behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“How we’ve created our own little pack,” she said.
“They’re our family,” Lord said.
She turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. “I’m pregnant.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“I don’t regret a thing,” she said. “I don’t regret walking into that road with my head in a book. I don’t regret answering your ad in the paper, and I don’t regret opening that door, that night, ten years ago.”
“The only regret I have,” Lord said, “is being a dick and saying the shit I said. You’re everything. You were that day, and have been every day since.”
They were mates and through that bond, she felt that connection no one could take away from them.
The End
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