Epilogue

To my dearest family and pack,

It has been five years since I finally found a home. Five years since becoming the Luna of my new pack. It has been far longer since I have been home, and while it was all I thought about after I was taken, I needed time to process the loss of you. I had always thought some of you had lived, but everyone is gone. There is nothing left of our home and our pack, so I have built a monument to you all.

It is a simple stone pillar, with no markings. I think Father would like the imposing simplicity of it. My daughter runs across the most and through the grass that I did as a child, unaware of the blood that fed this soil or the bones buried beneath the moss. She is growing fast and she looks so much like Mother that sometimes I find it hard to look at her. It is painful to see so much of my lost family in the family I have now, but my mate is helping me to heal.

The rogue army was scattered, and it will take time to hunt down the leaders who escaped, but we have diminished their numbers greatly. Because of my knowledge of their camps and how they trained the children, we have been taking down their empire and allowing rogues to be what they should be, just pack-less wolves. The fear surrounding them is fading and with it the terror they once held over the packs all over the world.

I will give birth to my second child next year. My mate does not yet know for sure that I'm pregnant again, but I know he suspects. I hope it is a boy, and his sister will doted on him, but I will be happy if it is a girl. They are the future. Our future. You are all gone, but our pack lives on in them.

I love you all, and will miss you until my last breath.

Your Lost Child.