Epilogue
One month after we returned to the mansion—after we had won the war—I married Owen.
He didn't want to wait, and honestly… neither did I.
We had fought through too much, lost too much, and nearly lost each other. Every day apart now felt like a day wasted, and we had already sacrificed enough time for pain and duty.
I didn't want to sleep another night without knowing he was mine completely—and I was his.
Our wedding wasn't just a celebration. It was a promise born of survival.
Every werewolf clan was invited. Allies from the battle, old friends, and even those who had once doubted us came. The night sky was clear, painted with stars, and the forest glowed with soft lantern light strung between ancient trees. It was both sacred and wild—just like us.
As the music swelled and I found myself wrapped in Owen's arms on the dance floor, the rest of the world fell away.
