Mismatch

Epilogue

Epilogue

Approximately three thousand years later

Attendance was from far and wide with representation from every species. This was the funeral of the great Alpha Michael who reigned supreme on all werewolf for three thousand years, he had died of old age living a life full of respect and love.

She stood there wearing black, stoic. Greeting her guests regally at her mate's grave. He had been buried in his family lands. She was surrounded by her children, her grandchildren and her great grandchildren... every one simply called her great mother.

Surrounded by her family, she had buried her mate where he wanted to be buried.

Even the fey queen was in attendance and presented her with a fey plant called the plant of life, it's flowers were said to be mystical and had healing powers and the land It was planted on healed any and all life that resided on it. It was a great honor. She would plan it on the grave of her mate.

Everyone slowly left, the show was over...live moved on.

She stayed back at the grave...for how long she did not know, when she felt Genove's presence beside her..

"The family is starting the feast...they are asking for you" he told her gently.

"I will be there shortly" she said in a monotone. He nodded and disappeared leaving her alone again.

For three thousand years she had given her heart to this wolf, given him children...given him everything she had and he left her...She was numb with pain.

Just then a gentle breeze blew through the forest, the breeze trying to envelop her as if trying to hug her in comfort.

And suddenly a spark ignited in her heart....a thread she had felt broken earlier today....it was rejoining...a broken link reforming...

She looked up in to the sky and gave a small smile.

400 miles away.

"It's a boy!" The nurse declared to the anxious father. Depositing the crying baby in to his arms.

"We have a boy!" he said joyfully to his mate, bringing him to her exhausted form.

The tired mother looked at the child and then at the father.

"Well? What do we name him?" She asked. They had been old fashioned, deciding to not know the sex of the child.

"He will one day be a great alpha...let's call him Michael" The proud father declared.

"Michael" she whispered down at the boy...named after the legendary alpha.

"Yes I like it she told her mate....Michael it is"

And the boy kept crying his lungs out... making his presence felt and already demanding attention.

The End