Epilogue
I slept fitfully even though I had little reason to complain. My bullet hole—a flesh wound only—had long since been cleaned, and members of both my pack and Wolfie’s were now spread out across soft beds in the adjoining hotel rooms. We were all safe and alive and together.
Well, not quite together. Hours earlier, pack mate after pack mate had invited me to join them in a post-battle jumble of furry limbs. But it hadn’t felt right to bed down with other shifters when the network of incandescent filaments that bound us together as a cohesive whole had been severed by my own free will.
So I thanked each friend but declined their advances. And, one by one, my companions had acceded to my wishes and left me alone.
But now, isolated in my solitary den, I dreamed of a deep, dark hole
