The First Wolves

EPILOGUE

Opening the door of their cabin, Conri quietly crept through their home to the bedroom, where Fidella was sleeping deeply and peacefully. The sight was one of the many markers of their new lift that reminded him of how far they had come. She had never been able to achieve the rest she deserved before, always reluctant to sleep too heavily in case they were attacked. She hadn’t stirred once yet and it made Conri glad. He pulled her next to him, and kissed her cheek lightly. She felt the cold of his body against her, and turned to kiss his lips.

“Were you getting some wood for the fire?” She asked, wondering where he had been.

“No, but I will, later on, come with me. I want to show you something.” He insisted, trying not to give into his desire for her.

“We can’t be late for the wedding