Epilogue
Maya's POV "Damn it, Joe!" I growled chasing him with a spatula. Both Joe and my son Hawk crackled with hysterical laugher as they ran out on the back porch. They had taken off when the brown sugar-glazed carrots I took off the stove. They took the whole freaking bowl! I shake my head, two years since we officially took the lead as King and Queen. We spent six months working going to all the packs in North America, another half a year strolling the southern American section with both kids as they are Southern wolves partly. We would tour the other continents, sometime in the future. Had any of it changed us? Sure, I could turn into a wolf and use magic. Joe was known to be the strongest wolf in the world. Yet, here we were fighting over stolen carrots for dinner. So, not really, had
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