Epilogue
Raine
The sky was just starting to turn gold when Hawk dropped onto the hood of the SUV, tearing open another protein bar like it had personally wronged him.
“San Marcos,” he said around the bite, grin sharp and wolfish. “Looks like they’re lining up for round two.”
I leaned against the doorframe, Adam’s arm looped warm around my waist, steady as the sunrise. Hawk caught my eye, that spark in his gaze making it clear he wasn’t just spoiling for a fight—he was hiding something deeper, darker.
I’d seen enough broken edges to recognize them in someone else. Hawk wore his with humor, but I knew the storm was there, waiting.
“Careful,” I warned him.
He smirked, tossing the wrapper aside. “Always am.”
But Adam’s low grunt beside me said otherwise.
I turned into him, pressed my lips against his shoulder, letting the warmth of him ground me. We’d bled, we’d burned, we’d survived. And somehow, in the middle of hell, we’d found each other.
The war wasn’t done, but neither were we.
And whatever came next—San Marcos, traps, blood, shadows—I’d walk into it with Adam Stoker at my side.
Together.
Always.