Epilogue: Part 1
I stood on a hill near the wolf village and looked down at the hunters who had just brought a fresh kill – a deer, big and strong, with respectful antlers.
I could see a few wolves licking their wounds, but fortunately, none of them seemed seriously injured. Most of the pack members surrounded the hunters with the prey, waiting for their share. I didn’t need to be there; I knew everybody would get exactly how much they needed and how much they deserved.
I watched a tall, muscled werewolf in the middle of the circle with a knife in his hand. The blade glistened in the daylight before it sank into the deer’s body, separating the skin from the flesh. I recognized the knife as one of my mate’s personal collections, and I could easily guess its origin, though I never said a
