Something suddenly breaks out from the ground. A tree! A gigantic tree sprouts without warning, in accelerated motion, growing from a little twig into a majestic tree in front of our eyes. I… I’m speechless. The roots grow in all directions, while the tree keeps getting bigger, much bigger than a normal tree.
It suddenly stops, but for a long while, no one dares to say a word. It’s… beautiful. It’s a giant white oak. Its trunk is very pale, and I recognize some of the earlier scriptures imprinted into its bark. The leaves, thousands of them, are all an eerie green, almost shining. Somehow, I feel like I’m watching Sylviana when I look at this tree… It has her print all over it, I don’t even know how. Moreover, I feel its magic, so mighty, pure, and powerful… It’s spread all through the branches and beyond. I look down,but even the roots are overflowing with that magic, and I can feel it running underground too, extending further than what we see.
I turn to Nora, knowing we can both feel the same thing.
“It’s a…”
“…a defensive barrier.”
We nod along, convinced. So that’s what Sylviana had been secretly preparing. Another barrier, for when she couldn’t be here to hold on anymore.
She really knew all this time. She knew she wasn’t going to make it. Maybe she had been lying all this time about being stronger than Nephera. I don’t know. She really did her best until the end, only thinking of protecting us.
I keep staring at that tree, and for a while, I feel a bit calmer. That’s what she wanted. She did this for us… I nod and sigh, taking a step back into Nate’s embrace.
For a long, long while, all of us stay here. I close my eyes.
I listen to the wind in the leaves, the familiar sounds of the city, and Liam’s crying.
Epilogue
6 Months Later
“Moon Goddess, why does this have to be so fucking tight…”
I try to adjust it, but no matter what I do, my dress is barely letting me breathe. Why did my breasts have to get so big already? Like, seriously! This dress is a nightmare. I hear a chuckle behind me as Nora and Bonnie both come to my rescue, frowning and trying to adjust the lace on my back.
“I think we can make it a bit looser; it should be fine. We can find a shawl to cover your cleavage.”
“Enjoy it, babe, it’s the only wedding where the bridesmaids can be sexier than the bride!”
I roll my eyes and turn to Danny.
“Very funny, Daniel.”
“Come on, I’m not the one who got pregnant two months before my wedding.”
I sigh. I did not plan to get pregnant that fast! The Alpha compatibility is scary, I need to be careful in the future… I hear Nora chuckle.
“Can’t you at least be on my side?” I sigh.
“Sorry, Elena, but… it’s so cute! I know you and Nate were trying, but still…”
Well, I did insist a bit on giving Estelle a younger sibling. Nathaniel was the one who was against it. Not that he didn’t want more kids, but my two previous pregnancies didn’t turn out so great. Since he heard how much I struggled while I was pregnant with Estelle, he became so against it, we fought a lot on the matter. Thank Moon Goddess Estelle started asking for a younger sibling too, and he still can’t say no to our baby star.
“I can’t wait for you to be tired with baby number two,” says Danny. “That way, I get to babysit Estelle all I want.”
“You already see her twice a week!” I protest.
“You can babysit James if you want,” says Nora. “Between all the work with the packs and Will who still doesn’t sleep a full night, I feel like Boyan’s been seeing my baby more than me.”
I sigh. That’s right, Silver City has changed a lot. With Arthur Seaver and William Blue gone, and so many werewolves dead, all the packs were at a loss for a while. Damian, Nora, Nate, and I had to work like crazy to get everything back on track, even with the humans. Once the funerals were over, we had to reorganize the packs.
While Damian is still of course the Werewolf King of Silver City, Nora and I have agreed to share the position of Silver City’s Luna. After Clark gave me full control of the north and retired, Nora took over the south, including the now Alpha-less Sapphire and Sea Moon clans. The only two other clans remaining are the Pearl Moon and Violet Moon that Lysandra and Tiffany are still in charge of, and that’s fine with us as it is.
“Thanks, but no thanks, Nora. Your baby is cute in pictures, but in the flesh? He’s genetically linked with a chainsaw. Did you see the state of my rug? And Boyan’s ear? His ear!”
Bonnie and I snort while Nora blushes, a bit embarrassed. James started shape-shifting last month, and pups chew everything, as we recently found out with poor Bobo.