Epilogue

Five Years Later

The past five years had been the best of Arrow's life.

For centuries, he had existed in a world filled with nothing but blood, war, and loneliness. He had never thought happiness was something meant for him. But now? Now he woke up every day with a mate who loved him, a daughter who—despite how annoying she could be—had carved herself so deeply into his heart that he couldn't imagine life without her.

And this morning was no different.

The bedroom was quiet, sunlight creeping through the curtains in soft golden rays. Chase was still deeply asleep, his face turned slightly to the side, his breathing slow and even. Last night had been brutal for him—a grueling, high-risk surgery that had kept him in the operating room for hours. By the time he had come home, he had barely been able to keep his eyes open long enough to greet Arrow before collapsing into bed.

He deserved every second of rest.