EPILOGUE
AURORA“Do you think Harper’s ever going to come around?” I whispered, curling my arm around Mars’s bicep and following my mates down the long hallway of my old pack house.
My brother’s, Jeremy, pictures still hung on the walls from when Mother lived here.
Every time I passed one, I admired the warrior who had sacrificed so much for me and for the werewolf species. Though he would never live another day in this world, nor the underworld, he deserved to be here and to be remembered.
“Harper spent eighteen years of her life without us,” Ares started from my left. “It’s going to take her some time to get used to having us around. She’s her own woman with her own mate now.”
It had been a month since we’d returned from the underworld, and we were slowly settling into the pack house
