Epilogue
Four weeks later, Trista lay nude on the beach and watched her fierce lover, best friend, and tender mate all rolled into one emerge in all his naked glory from the surf with their dinner. The small mako had been no contest against Thane’s wolf. She rose to greet him with a kiss after he tossed the shark into a large wooden trough full of water to keep the kill fresh.
They had lived well off the land these past few weeks thanks to their hunting skills. She had gathered stores of island fruit, like coconut, mango, and plantains to augment their diet of fresh fish. There was also breadfruit and small game on the island, although she could safely say that rock lizard was not her favorite dinner. The hut provided shelter, the grotto and stream provided fresh water, and they supplied
