Epilogue Two
ETHAN—FIVE YEARS LATER
My gaze moved slowly over the crowd gathered under the trees. Their fall leaves were a masterpiece of red and orange, and the red roses that decorated the pack’s space set up for our wedding only emphasized them.
Everything looked great, but I didn’t give a damn about the way it looked.
I only cared about the people sitting in front of me—and the woman who would be walking down the aisle to me any minute.
Maya hadn’t been opposed to getting married a few years ago, but I hadn’t asked her until I knew she really wanted to. We both knew she was mine and I was hers, with or without a ring, and I hadn’t cared about the wait.
I just wanted her happy.
Our pack was in both front rows, separated by the aisle.
Abby and Nico were snuggled up together, with her hands resting on her massive belly. Their first baby was due any day.
Enzo and Austin sat next to them, just as cozy as Abby and Nico.
Jade and Wyatt sat on their side, with their two-year-old son. He kept moving between all six of them, making them all laugh. Everyone had brought different snacks to keep him occupied. He was the wildest one.
Across the aisle, Emmy and Finn were pressed together as he cooed at their one-year-old and she chatted with their four-year-old. Both of them were boys, of course. Born female werewolves were almost nonexistent.
Stella and Graham sat on the other side of Emmy and Finn’s four-year-old, and were talking to him too.
Like me and Maya, they hadn’t decided if they were going to try for kids at all.
Our pack was supportive of everyone’s decisions in either direction.
Getting pregnant was difficult for werewolves anyway, so there was no guarantee.
Connor and Zoe were at the end of the row with their newborn.
She was holding the snoozy little guy wrapped up in a blanket, and he hadn’t been passed around because they were being careful about germs. Everyone understood, even though werewolves didn’t really get sick.
Most human women were the same with their new babies.
I figured it was a culture thing for them even after becoming werewolves.
The music changed, and my gaze lifted to the aisle as my mate finally stepped through the trees.
She was stunning, her dark hair falling loosely around her face. I barely noticed the dress she had on; all I cared about was those gorgeous eyes.
The smile on her face made me so fucking happy.
Twenty minutes later, we were kissing in front of everyone we loved.
I was the luckiest fucker in the world.
Or at least, in Moon Ridge.