Genevieve’s POV…
I was super excited driving away from the pack house. It didn’t take me long to know where we were going. We drove up to the house and it looked totally different.
Every light in the house was on and the chimney was lit.
We came to a stop and I was just looking at it ,it looked so pretty.
“It looks alive, Dean.”
Dean took my hand , “You revived me ,Gen. I was this house , dark, cold , alone . You came along lit me up and warmed me to my core.”
I shook my head , “You’re my miracle .” I confessed to him.
We got off of the Jeep and walked up to the door.
I looked down at the railing where I had seen his carved initials . My initials were now carved right beside his.
‘D.A. + G.V.’
I looked at him with a smile on my face.
“Welcome home Princess.” He opened the do
