Epilogue

Flora’s P.O.V

I held Clay’s hand tightly in mine as he brought the car to a stop on the road right outside our pack unit in the forest.

Three years.

Three years that felt like three whole lifetimes.

Clay and I had been through so much together…been separated for two years and had to endure test after tests from the gods, just so we could be together.

And now…we were finally back to where it all started, but not permanently.

“What are we going to say to them?” I asked past the knot in my throat.

“The truth.” Clay answered simply, giving my hand a light squeeze. “They deserve it after everything we put them through.”

Clay was right; I realized suddenly.