Bonus Epilogue Hope
A Few Weeks Later: Honor & Rosie’s Baby
The sound hits first.
Not the crying. Not yet.
No—what hits me is his voice.
My brother.
Honor’s voice, raw and ragged and shaking, calling out through the walls of the birthing room.
“She’s here! She’s here!”
Then comes the sound of a baby’s first scream.
And suddenly, I’m crying.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping Miles’ fingers so tight he grunts.
But he doesn’t pull away.
He just presses his forehead to mine and breathes, “They did it.”
And they did.
It took all night. And most of the day. Rosie was fierce, determined, absolutely terrifying at points—but I’ve never seen her so radiant.
Not even at her wedding. And Honor? He didn’t leave her side for a second. His hands, his voice, his presence—he anchored her.
Like he was born for this.
For them.
A few moments later, the door opens.
It's Dr. Luisa Cordoza, freshly scrubbed, a tired but beaming grin stretched across her face.
“Y’all wanna meet the newest member of the D’Amato family?”
My knees go weak.
Miles catches me—because of course he does—even with Logan in his arms. All three of us follow the doctor down the hallway like it’s a holy pilgrimage.
The room smells like warmth and new life. Like lavender and sweat and love.
And there they are.
Rosie is tucked in bed, looking exhausted and absolutely ethereal, a soft smile on her lips and a pink bundle in her arms.
Honor sits behind her, shirtless, with his arms wrapped around them both, as if daring the world to even think about coming near his girls.
When Rosie sees me, her smile trembles.
“Auntie Hope,” she whispers. “Come meet her.”
I don’t realize I’m crying again until I feel Miles brush a tear off my cheek.
I step closer.
And there she is—tiny, wrinkled, perfect.
A little Bear Shifter princess with a wild tangle of dark hair and a nose just like Rosie’s.
“What’s her name?” I manage to choke out.
Rosie glances up at Honor.
He presses a kiss to her temple, then looks at me and says softly, “We’re naming her Cora. After Rosie’s mom.”
Oh, hell.
Now I’m sobbing.
And Rosie’s crying.
And even Miles looks suspiciously misty-eyed. Logan is silent, just observing at his little cousin. And I am just so proud.
“You’ve got a beautiful family, Honor,” I tell my brother.
“I do. Thank you,” he whispers back, kissing his wife’s head.
“You’re gonna be the best aunt ever,” Rosie whispers.
I lean down, gently brushing the back of one tiny curled fist with my fingertip.
“Of course,” I whisper back. “And she’s the luckiest girl in the world. Because she has you two.”
Even though Honor and I both grew up not knowing the truth—about the supernatural world or the real movers and shakers behind Barvale—we still wound up part of it.
Chosen by it. Changed by it.
But we didn’t lose our humanity.
We just gained the magic.
And as I stand there with my mate and cub, watching this fierce, beautiful woman cradle the life she created with the mate who would burn the world down for her, I know one thing for sure.
When worlds collide, anything can happen.
But if you’re lucky?
That anything turns out to be love.