Epilogue
Two days before New Year’s
Marek heard the happy squealing of children from downstairs and grinned at the voices filling the house.
He’d taken a shower after a run in the woods with Mateo and Stefan. The humans had bonded meanwhile, it seemed.
Mateo’s mate Wes was another human alpha, clearly in charge of his own tiny pack of three. Marek had taken an immediate liking to both Wes and Mateo, despite wanting to hold onto the jealousy from before.
It made no sense to be jealous when both Marek and Arran, and at least Wes if not Mateo, too, all wore their mating bite scars like badges of honor and love.
He pulled on some wooly socks Hedy had knitted for everyone during her latest knitting kick and followed the sounds of the kids.
They were all piled in front of the fireplace
