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a little voice asked as I held the envelope over the flame.

This was it, and somehow, it felt final.

But seeing Dusk read his, had changed my mind in a way I didn’t expect.

His was wrong.

Nothing I’d read on that paper had anything to do with the alpha I knew. He’d changed so much since the experiments, been forged into something so different that I’d lost all faith in anything these strokes of ink on paper could mean.

There was a person on this paper. A girl turned omega with a past and a life.

Maybe it was good.

Maybe it wasn’t.

But she wasn’t me.

And good or bad… Would it haunt me? Or might it change things?

I met Umbra’s sandstorm eyes, the curve of a smile on my lips as I dropped mine first. He grinned, matching me, and we both stared as the corners of the paper curled to black in the flickering flames and turned to ash before our very eyes.

No.

This pack was my family—more than I could ever have dreamed when I’d stepped up to those academy doors, a broken omega in search of my mates. Now I knew I wouldn’t change anything—not one second, not for the whole world.

EPILOGUE ONE

DUSK

The sand was hot against my bare feet.

I had never been on a beach vacation before, or any, actually, but today the sun, the sand, and the sound of the ocean crashing behind me made it the most nerve-wracking thing in the entire world.

“Why is this the scariest thing we’ve ever done?” I asked, as Ransom fixed my cufflink. “I mean, we’ve done some wild shit.”

My heart was slamming against my ribs and had been for the last hour.

Ransom grinned. “I think it’s the first time I’ve been the least worried out of all of us.”

Umbra was on one of the fold-out seats in a neat suit, fingers clasped, eyes shut like he was saying a prayer.

We’d told Shatter we were going to Disneyland, and the lie had stuck unexpectedly well since she had no idea that Disneyland wasn’t on a tropical island. Or that usually, your best friends weren’t flown in for a weekend of your vacation.

“She said beach wedding, right?” I asked. “It was definitely a?—”

“It was a beach wedding,” Ransom confirmed with a grin.

“What if this wasn’t what she had in mind?—?”

“Dusk.” Ransom nudged me lightly. “It’s everything she wanted. Get a grip.”

“What about the ring?” I asked. “There are all these traditions. I don’t think we’re supposed to just use the one we already?—”

“It’s perfect and it’s the one we’re giving her,” he said. “Like any of this is traditional, anyway.”

Umbra chuckled. “She literally can’t wear it face up. It’s the one.”

And, oddly enough, a parting gift from Mord, who had, before he vanished, told Decebal which pocket Eric had tucked it away in.

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