EpilogueEight months later
Gideon looked out over the sea of people in The Howling Moon. Everyone had come to hear Adara sing. When someone called for a beer, he snarled. He didn’t like it when there were people he didn’t know. You couldn’t trust them not to attack Jyran, and he would slaughter anyone who so much as looked at Jyran.
“You need to stop growling at the customers.” Jyran watched him with his arms crossed over his chest. Tonight’s three-piece suit was navy blue, and Gideon’s hands tingled with the need to take it off. There were more suits in his closet these days than he’d ever seen before in his life. Werewolves tended to be jeans and T-shirt kind of people, and he’d spend most of his life surrounded by werewolves.
And nuts, heaven above, the bags of nuts. In the beginning
