Epilogue–3
“Hello Ron, Melissa,” he said.
“Finlay, I have heard you had a long day,” my mom said.
“I’m getting old, the pups wear me out,” my mate told her and we all laughed.
“Is dinner ready?” I asked. Finlay nodded.
“We will let you eat. Love you all,” dad told us. The pups were hungry and that
had spent the day running around,
A couple of hours later and both of them were tucked in bed, sleeping like watched the fire slowly turn to embers.
“We have a good life,” Finlay said.
stomachs seemed bottomless. On top of that, they
were dead. Finlay and I sat on the couch and
“We do,” I agreed. Things had been calm and stable since Asher was born. Just the usual squabbles between other packs and the occasional showdown at the Alpha meetings. That was just part of werewolf life. We still had almost eight months to the next Games and the pack was in better shape than it had been ten years ago. Jake had already told us he would sit this one out, he was feeling too old. I hadn’t discussed it with Finlay, but Cadence would be a good substitute. Even if he was more physical than his father, he still had the same brain. It was an interesting combination As he was a warrior under Sam’s command, he was well
trained.
“My mother texted before, when I was making dinner,” Finlay said.
“How is she?” I asked.
“She’s doing good. It’s a little lonely for her now that Sarah has chosen a mate. But she is still happy in the pack,” he told me. I snuggled in closer. Finlay’s and his mother’s relationship was better than it had been. It wasn’t a mother–son relationship, more like acquaintances. But she was civil and she kept in touch. Mostly through texts. She had visited once, when Lilly was just born. We had asked if she would like us to visit, but she always gave us evasive answers, so we had stopped asking. The pups knew they had another grandmother and they got birthday gifts from her every year and sometimes they would talk to her on the phone. But it wasn’t like the relationship they had with my parents. I knew Finlay was fine with how things were. It worked for everyone.
“Time for bed?” I asked.
“Deal,” I agreed and kissed him. He was just as an amazing dad as he was an amazing mate and Alpha. I had waited a long time for him, but it was worth it and I loved how our relationship had a solid foundation of friendship and mutual respect. I giggled as he stood up and pulled me into a fireman’s carry and headed up the stairs.
“Amie, wake up!”
“Is this your way of keeping me out of the Games?” I asked. He chuckled happily.
“I don’t think you can blame me alone for this,” he said.
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