Skinwalker

Epilogu

Well, this has been fun but I'm uploading this final chapter early so that I can focus on other projects plus the sequel to this and my life. 

Please tell me what you think of it. 

Anwen opened her eyes blearily, hearing Blackie purr over her pillow. But what woke her up was the fact that Victor had started snoring lightly next to her.

            She stretched her legs and curled up again but the movement woke Victor up at once. He smiled a little and kissed her, “G’mornin’ birthday girl,” he said sleepily. Anwen smiled and cuddled closer, feeling cold as the snow drifted lazily past the window.

            It had been over a year since she was turned into a Skinwalker.

            Logan was still having trouble coming to terms with what she was and had started dating Emily officially.

            For some reason, this didn’t bother Anwen.

            Maybe because, now she had Victor.

            Victor’s love didn’t scare her anymore now that it had soothed itself into something gentle and tender. He was helping his father and managing the Hargreaves Estate in Jameshire so it meant that he could spend more and more time with Anwen, often spending the night with her.

            She always fixed up the spare room for him, but they ended up sharing a bed anyway.

            Not that anything could happen even if they wanted it to. Not with Blackie as chaperone, keeping a sharp eye on them both.

            “You’re eighteen. Today’s pretty important,” he said.

            Anwen smiled, “It is, I suppose.”

            “Feeling tired out from last night?”

            “A little,” Anwen said, nuzzling against the stubble on his chin.

            The night before, Anwen and her friends had gone out celebrating. Aria had even flown back early from Paris to celebrate. But as Clarisse had come along, the centre of attention wasn’t on the soon-to-be birthday girl, but on baby Jamie.

            “We should get moving. Don’t want to be late for your birthday celebrations with Alex and Yvonne.”

            Anwen nodded and stretched a second time, this time waking Blackie, her White Knight.

            She petted him as he dozed once more before she and Victor got up.

            The scalpel in her bathroom had gone and there were two toothbrushes there instead. The side of the bathtub had more bottles and there were two towels hanging behind the door.

            Spending so much more time together had brought Anwen and Victor closer.

            It also had been the cause of several petty arguments and a few big ones. There had been nights were Victor left the house and sat on the back porch the entire night, only to come back inside during daybreak to find his Anwen curled up on the bench just by the door, waiting for him.

            Their anger and annoyance at one another would never last.

            Anwen knew that Victor was too important to lose over any fight or stupidity, just as Victor treasured Anwen too much to lose her for the same reasons.