Epilogue
Long ago, a wolf chased a rabbit through Time.
And he’ll continue to chase her—of that, she’s certain.
After she drifts back to her den, Fate takes the stone from her pocket, and furrows her rose-gold brows.
Taking her time, she adds it to the pile, and steps back to stare at the golden scale before her.
For a moment she frowns, scanning over the jagged and smooth edges stacked in heaps on either side.
Something’s shifted. An evening full of shouldn’ts now fills her with could be’s.
The corner of her lip kicks up into a self-satisfied smirk.
She’s bided her time learning the rules, following them out of guilt and obligation, atonement for all her transgressions. Her palm slips over the petals and flakes inked into her sternum.
Sometimes the rules are meant to be broken and she’s waited long enough.
Not that he can know what she’s set in motion. After all, her plan could ripple in ways she hasn’t seen.
And for the first time since Fate claimed her, she resolves to claim it right back.