Page 45 of The Wolf and His Forbidden Witch
He pointed overhead. “It must have been written in the stars.”
“Yes,” she agreed with a breathy sigh.
After he handed her the second key, the one to their house, he picked her up into his arms and kissed her.
Epilogue
Rafe
Rafe pushed his chair back from his desk and stood facing the windows to view Franconia Mountain. His pack had worked so hard to build this resort. Since war seemed imminent with the Sacco pack, it could all fall apart.
What good was he as alpha if he couldn’t even protect his pack? Sure, he’d led them to prosperous living with a financial cushion that provided comfortable homes for each. But if war was to follow, so would death. And destruction. And mourning.
Then he’d be a failure as their alpha.
He rubbed the tense muscles at the back of his neck. The chaos had started because of mates. Last fall, he’d been the one to suggest to Grayson and Damon that it was time they all found their mates. Rafe had been feeling the yearning for close to a year. It was as if his wolf sensed that she was close and was counting down the time to be able to meet her.
Both Damon and Grayson found mates—and in both cases, it led to more complications with the Sacco pack. Now even the mountain air seemed tense, awaiting battle.
Or, maybe that was the tension that had moved into Rafe’s skull, refusing to leave.
He rolled his neck and shoulders. Damon’s earlier reluctance to find a mate echoed in Rafe’s head—they were trouble and could only lead to pain.
Rafe turned from the window and grabbed his coat before he left his office. He’d return to his home on the mountain, the largest one, suitable for the CEO and alpha of the pack. No, not a home. It was a big, cold, empty house just for him. Devoid of talk or laughter. It was just Rafe alone each night, nursing a drink by himself in front of a lonely fire.
He left the lodge located at the base of the mountain and hiked up to his house, but remained too restless to unwind. Instead, he stripped off his clothes, and went outside into the forest where he shifted to wolf form. He let his wolf run wild up the mountain, running on instinct. When scenting a rabbit, the thrill of the hunt propelled him to go forward. He tracked his prey and devoured it.
Yet, even after the hunt, his wolf remained restless. Unsatisfied.
Something was still missing.Someonewas still missing.
His wolf prowled back down the mountain, sniffing as if he was closer to catching the scent of her—his elusive mate.
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