EpilogueAs one of the rare human companions for werewolves, there are few things that are expected of her, the forefront of which is an ability to bear werewolf children.
The second is to adapt.
"Mummy, mummy! Look!"
Emma smiles down at the five-year-old tugging at her blanket. She clenches it tight to make sure that the blanket stays where it is. Beneath the sheets, Leo has is arms wrapped around her and is pretending to be asleep.
She scans the crayon drawing her oldest daughter have drawn. It depicts a house with two dozen people of various heights and sizes in front of it, with her and Leo in the middle. "That's lovely, pup," she says.
"I did one too, mummy!" a young boy runs towards her, brandishing the paper in front of him proudly.
"Such perfect little artists you are," she co
