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None of it would mean anything if I lost Sedona.

I finally turned away from the flames and stench of burning flesh. Maybe I was more beast than man, but I prayed to the human God to grant me one wish.

To save her.

Without looking back, I headed out of the forest, my phone ringing only seconds later.

Seeing Marla’s number, my hope fell into the ashes along with the dead werewolf.

“Marla.”

“Jax. You need to come home. There’s been a development.”

EPILOGUE

Sedona

I could remember my mother telling me before I moved to Cartersville that life was precious and I should enjoy every day.

I’d smiled like a good daughter, completely unaware of the trauma and tragedies yet to come. Maybe I’d taken her words for granted because I certainly had forgotten how to stop and enjoy the world around me.

No longer.

I’d been granted a new lease on life.

I’d been allowed to survive a deadly gas that by all rights should have killed me. The scientific reason why it hadn’t? I was part wolf. There was no denying it, and I could only revel in my new attributes. My vision was a perfect 20/20, capable of seeing the smallest details in the pitch black. My hearing could detect a pin dropping five hundred yards away. And I was much stronger.

However, science and being part Wolfen hadn’t saved me. My belief was that Jax’s love had. I was as certain of that fact as I was the sun would rise tomorrow.

Love could conquer all.

He’d whispered my name hundreds of times when I’d been in a coma. He’d held my hand, professing his love, even if he would never admit it.

He’d protected and saved me.

And he’d prayed to God I would survive.

After awakening, I’d reminded him that women were much stronger physically and emotionally than men.

He’d laughed.

And forced me to prove it.

That had been almost two months before, most of which had gone by in a blur.

He’d asked me to marry him under the pale blue moonlight weeks before. We’d have a traditional wedding so our friends could continue believing we were very human. But the mating process was entirely different.

I’d been coached, prepared by both Daphne and Marla. I’d had time to comprehend the meanings and changes and to fully accept who and what I was.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous.

I was queen. I honestly had no freaking clue what that meant, but my presence had provided comfort for the members of theCartersville pack as well as the great council I’d finally been introduced to.

They’d given their blessing, which had seemed strange, but I certainly didn’t understand wolf politics.

I’d learned so many things about myself during the last few weeks, including my love of life. And of family. Britney adored Jax and he was already like a doting father, including insisting she be given her own perfect, real live dog.

My phone rang and I grabbed it without looking. “Hello.”

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