Page 31 of Vow Of A Fox

The tension I hadn’t realized was coiled tight in my chest loosened. After everything—Lucius, Xander, the complete chaos and fear of it all—I finally felt like I could breathe again.

The storm was over.

My fox stirred softly, her agreement echoing through me. We could finally build something new for ourselves—with Ben.

I glanced around at the people who had become family—each of them looked tired but relieved. Their shoulders seemed lighter, and their expressions softer. They were filled with the same hope I was, all of it hinged on one notion—we’d won.

The Misfit Shifters had fought against the darkest evil we’d ever known and won.

Deep down, I’d always believed we’d come out on top—because darkness never won. In the end, light always did.

EPILOGUE - SIENNA

Two weeks had flown by in a blur. Moving in with Ben so soon hadn’t been part of my plan, but life—and a busted water pipe—had other ideas. My landlord had been understanding enough to let me out of my lease early, given the extensive damage, and Ben hadn’t hesitated for a second to offer up the idea of moving in with him.

My fox had stirred with excitement at the suggestion, and I hadn’t put up a fight. Moving in with him had been easy and natural, like slipping into a life that had always been waiting for me. Ben strolled into the living room with a grin lighting up his face that immediately made me suspicious.

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He held up his hands. “Can’t I smile at you without you thinking I’m up to something?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Not with a smile like that.”

“Fair,” he admitted, his grin widening. “Come on. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?”

“The kind I think you’ll like,” he said, grabbing his keys.

A short drive later, we arrived at a local dealer, where rows of sheds stood neatly arranged, resembling tiny houses. I turned to him, confused.

“Did you bring me here to pick out a shed for your backyard?” I asked, unimpressed.

“I sure did,” he said, excitement in his tone.

“Wait, what?”

“For your dog grooming business,” he clarified, parking the truck and looking at me like this wasn’t the most shocking, unexpected thing he could’ve surprised me with.

My heart leapt, and for a second, I couldn’t find words. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He nodded. “Since you’re no longer filling in at The Caffeinated Fox now that Cassie finally found someone for the position, I figured it was time to make your dog grooming business happen. So, go on—find the one you want.”

I stepped out of the truck, my fox buzzing with energy as I walked toward the rows of sheds. My gaze scanned over the length of the first one, but it didn’t feel right. The next one didn’t either. But then I saw it—a wooden shed with large windows and a charming design that called to me.

“This one,” I said, turning to Ben with a grin I couldn’t suppress. “This is the one.”

“Let’s get it ordered.”

As we stood there, talking to the dealer about delivery, I realized my dream of running my own dog grooming business wasn’t just some far-off idea anymore—it was real, and it was because of this amazing man.

Ben glanced at me as we made our way back to his truck. “You look happy.”

“I am,” I gushed. “This is huge. I can’t believe you just did that for me. I can give you the money I had saved for it now and then pay you the rest of it once I get up and rolling.”

“You don’t need to pay me anything. Honestly. I wanted to do this for you.”

“Ben, that’s too much,” I insisted.

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