From the shadows of the trees, Mary stands observing the camp. Most of the shifters have gone to sleep. Amaris is tucked inside her own bed, while a pack member remains in Carina and Ryder’s cabin for the night. Mary watched Carina and Ryder depart some time ago and knows they won’t return for a while.
Little Amaris. The sign of peace between shifters and witches. And hopefully, one day—
The familiar glimmer of light blends into the shadows beside her and there the Goddess stands. You did well again, daughter, she speaks into Mary’s mind.
Mary shrugs. “I did less with these two than I did with Harlow and Alec.”
Alec and Harlow needed to see through the problem at hand and recognize each other. Ryder and Carina always had the ability to love one another. They only needed some prompting.
