Epilogue III
(Euan’s P.O.V)
18 years later (cont’d)
I woke up this morning, happy to have my wolf even though we weren’t going to be able to shift until next week on the full moon. After having breakfast with my family, I wanted to go and visit my grandparents and as I was walking to their house, passing Beta Killian’s place I picked up the soft scent of roses and sweet orange. My wolf, Dakota, shakes out his fur and starts purring at the smell.
Mmm, that’s our mate.
That was our mate’s scent? Killian only has one daughter, my best friend Juniper, or Junie as she likes to be called.
Fuck, we can’t tell her. She’s only 16 and it’s against our laws for wolves of age to tell their mate about the bond if they are underage.
Doesn’t mean we can’t sneak in and sniff her a bit.
Seriously? What is wrong with you?
Absolutely nothing. I’m enjoying her smell.
I shake my head at my wolf, and it takes all of my will power to continue on to my grandparents’ house.