Epilogue
Sadie
No one gives head like a werewolf. My throat is hoarse from screaming when I roll over to answer my buzzing phone. My mate keeps me more satisfied than I could have ever imagined. He put a ring on my finger, too. Even though the mating bite is all that matters to wolves, he understands that humans have their own traditions. I told him it didn’t matter to me, but Deke insisted I get everything I dreamed of.
He reaches past me to snatch up my phone, immediately alert.
“It’s Charlie.” He hands it to me.
“Hello?” I rasp, swallowing a few times.
“Sadie?”
I climb out of bed. “Charlie—how have you been, girl? I haven’t seen you around.”
“I’ve been...busy. But—”
“Are you crying?”
“What? No. Of course not.”
“You don’t sound okay.”
“Yeah, I need to talk,” Charlie chokes.
