Chapter Ten: Epilogue
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Summer arrived in Beacontown, and with it came a quiet peace. The frenzy of the championship had faded, the chants of “Wolf” replaced by the ordinary hum of small‑town life. Scott Howard pedaled his bike down Main Street, the same route he had taken countless times before, but this time the air felt lighter.
He passed the corner store, where Stiles was tinkering with his Jeep, muttering about new schemes. Boof waved from across the street, her smile steady, her presence grounding. Pamela walked by with Mick, their laughter fading into the background. For once, Scott didn’t feel the sting of being overlooked. He didn’t need their approval anymore.
At home, his father stood in the doorway of the hardware store, pride in his eyes. “You’ve grown, son,” Harold said simply. Scott nodded, understanding that the words meant more than just age. They meant acceptance, responsibility, and the courage to choose who he wanted to be.
That night, Scott sat on his porch, watching the moon rise. Its silver glow no longer felt like a threat or a burden. It was simply part of him — a reminder of the wildness in his blood, the strength he carried, and the choices he had made.
He wasn’t just the wolf. He wasn’t just the boy. He was Scott Howard — ordinary, flawed, human, and extraordinary in his own way.
And for the first time, he felt truly free.
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