Earth and Wolves

Epilogue

(Optional for those who want a tiny bit of a happy ending)

"Hey, baby. I picked up something on my way back from work," Devon called out. I smiled at the thought of him. He's been so helpful since our move to Spokane. We now live in a custom built log house, of his mother's design. It's gorgeous. We're on the lake, and one of Devon's favorite things to do is take the boat out and have a picnic on the water.

Something our son would have loved.

I shook my head and grinned, "We're in here, babe!" I twirled little Jackson around. Jackson's Macy's son.

After Sam's death, she got into some heavy stuff. I tried stopping her, and it wasn't until she got pregnant that reality hit her. She's currently helping me run my yoga studio as a receptionist, and also has another job as a substitute teacher at a local pre-school.

So every now and then, I get to babysit the lovely two year old Jackson. Today was one of those days. He was dressed as a G.I Joe, and he was pretending to shoot all the stuffed animals in Jasmine's room. She comes over on weekends sometimes, so we have her own room reserved. She's a senior in college, so she's often quite busy, and has been coming over less.

The pack was able to move quite easily, and many of them love the change in pack life. They have their own houses and lives, something that the old way really didn't allow for. There's monthly meetings, but other than that, no patrol needed in a town this size. There's vampires and demons living here, but we aren't hunters. It's not our job to rid Spokane of that issue. Much of the pack lives close though, often on the same street, in clusters of houses. Which is reasonable seeing as that was their way of life before.

But they really loved when we went to Ireland. That's where Devon and I got married. It was a year after high school, and I was so ready to marry the love of my life, so it happened. And everyone was there, my mom's side of the family, our pack, even some of Devon's friends from Oregon. It was hard to tell Dani what happened, but she understood. 

Mr. Maxwell resigned, and Devon's inauguration as alpha was on our wedding night. I became "Luna" that night, and am still figuring out how being the go to woman for fifty other women works. Another thing was our pack expanded, when another alpha in the area was killed with no children. Apparently there's a gene in alphas that allows them to command other wolves. Without an alpha, a pack can get destroyed from the inside.

"So, I was thinking...Well not thinking. As I'm often not. But..." I smelled it before I saw it.

"No!" I said, excitement bubbling. "You didn't!"

"I did!" I jumped up and grabbed the golden retriever from his hands. "It's so cute! What's her name?" I asked, kissing my man on his cheek.

He chuckled, "Oh come on! I think I deserve a better kiss that that. I got you a puppy." He was right. So I stood on my tiptoes and kissed my husband's delicious lips. He was quite sexy and right now was hitting the A plus mark. I smiled and my eyes caught his armbands. A single black line circled his arm, and another right beneath it. The top was for Camellia. The bottom for our unborn child, who we never named. It was a constant reminder, one that I was proud of.

"Thank you."

He gave me a soft smile. "No problem, my love. Her name is Suzy." I squealed and kissed the tiny little things nose.

"Anything I can do in return?" I asked, setting the baby down. She scrambled over to Jackson, knocking him over onto his butt by getting caught in his legs.

"We can discuss that later tonight." He kissed my neck. I was watching the toddler play with the puppy, he was so shocked at a dog that was shrunk to his size.

I want a baby so bad. I sighed, my chest heaving in pain.

Devon wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I know baby, I know. We had talked about adoption, and that was still an option. The problem was that there was almost no werewolf children to adopt. They would automatically be adopted by a pack member. And we couldn't dare adopt a human. It would be horrible to watch them grow old.

That's why we're going to France this summer. There is apparently an amazing ob-gyn wolf who says she can do a surgery to repair my ovaries. I still have one good one, it's just not being allowed to work. I can only pray the surgery fixes it.

I'm not prepared to give up. And I won't. I'm not going to let this vampire take what's most important to me. I don't care about that prophecy. This is my life. Not a piece of paper that some oracle wrote on hundreds of years ago. I'll find my way around this obstacle.

It almost makes me feel guilty when I focus on it. But his screams are the most bittersweet memory of all. His organs strewn across unkempt leaves. It was in the name of my husband and my baby.

And I did it. Now no one will know about what I did, or what I'm willing to do. No one except the earth and wolves.