"Part of the journey is the end, so is the last breath before it..."
~some hours later, Blaire's pack house~
Third person's pov
Blaire and Ian got in the living room holding each other's hand.
She was shining, she couldn't hide how happy and relieved she was not only for Zachary's death but also for Ian. His arm was healed, the doctors had checked on him generally as she had asked them to although Ian insisted he was fine and they had assured her that he was perfect.
Ian from the other side seemed to be quite tired but he couldn't stop looking calm and pleased. He wasn't smiling that much but no one could doubt that he was happy!
Both of them were wearing clean, casual clothes, they had taken a bath at the pack hospital and they hadn't talked a lot because they hadn't managed to stay
