EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
Tabitha
The snow has mostly melted in Taos ski valley by late March. There are a few white patches in the shadows of the pine trees, on the edge of the Black Wolf pack’s lawn.
Gabriel opens my door and offers me his hand. I swing out of the Aston Martin, not bothering with my coat.
“Are you warm enough, my treasure?” Gabriel asks, examining my bare arms.
“All good.” I’ve always had a high cold tolerance, but since the firebrand, I might as well be impervious to the winter chill. Which is good because all of Gabriel’s houses seem to be in remote, snowy places. You’d think the dragon would prefer the heat, but no.
I tuck my hair behind my ear. It’s been a month since I’ve seen my friends and their mates, and I’m strangely nervous.
“You look lovely,” Gabrie
