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That’s her name.

Janie Winters.

As I look down at her, the love in my heart swells until it pours out of me. And Janie, our screaming little girl, falls silent to stare up at me. She has my eyes, and it is the most surreal, unbelievable sensation to know I created this little person.

Mack kisses my head again and brushes Janie’s tufts of blonde hair. “Told you that your powers were needed elsewhere, Aerin.”

I don’t even care that my powers are back. All I care about is Janie and Mack.

That’s it.

“How’s your hand?” I ask him.

He grins at me. “Still there.”

I wince. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to crush your hand like that.”

I must have broken bones with how hard I squeezed as I pushed.

“I’m okay. Just—” He sucks in a sharp breath and my eyes dart from him to his hand.

“What?”

He’s staring down at Janie with wide eyes.

“Mack, what is it?”

He swallows so hard, I track the motion in his bobbing Adam’s apple. “Uh, Janie has a gift of her own.”

“What do you mean?”

He holds up his right hand. “I didn’t want to say anything because you felt bad already, but you broke a bone when you squeezed.”

Shit.

Wait.

“So?”

He looks at Janie, who is still quiet, as she peers up at us.

“Janie healed it when she grabbed my finger,” Mack says.

We’re staring at each other when the bedroom door open and the rest of the pack sticks their heads in. “Can we come meet her now?” Penny asks excitedly.

EPILOGUE 1

MACK

ONE MONTH LATER

Iyawn as I fold my arms across my chest and stare up at the night sky.

Janie, our beautiful baby girl, isn’t a soul healer like other omegas. She’s capable of healing others by touch.

No one understands her gift, at least, not yet, but we have slowly come to accept that picking her up usually results in her healing whatever small scrape, bruise, or cut we have.

And once, one of Adela’s wrinkles.

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