ログイン"The Alpha will be very angry to see you here again, Gwen. The same goes to you, Christine."
Of course, the guards stood in front of us. It was inconvenient that I could not tell Christine to put an invisible spell on all of us. That would have wasted time.
"Look, guys you have to let us through," Christine said.
"Please," I added. "The situation a
EPILOGUE {SEVEN YEARS LATER}I polished the photo frame and placed it on the shelf. It was one of those mornings where my hands itched to do something.Behind me, Quinn lay on the bed with his eyes closed. His breathing rose as his chest puffed up. Putting the feather duster down, I placed my hands on my hips and admired his sleeping form.He had gotten quite bigger over the years since becoming the official Alpha. I didn't know if it was possible but he did and nearly filled half of our bed. Maybe it was the intense trainings or the diet, but I didn't mind. There were more muscles to cop a feel and I relished the opportunity."You're staring," Quinn mumbled, though his eyes
The torch was placed on the pyre. I watched, along with the large crowd as it ignited. Elder Marcus muttered something and the two men pushed it away.As it floated on the lake, I couldn't help the dark thoughts that clouded my mind. Xavier was given a proper ritual, but I wondered if the fire would be hot like the flames he would meet if he went to hell.I glanced beside me at my mate. Quinn had his blank gaze on the burning pyre. It was so eerie how the fire reflected in his eyes.I reached for his hands and he blinked, turning his gaze to me. I new he needed someone. And so I did something. I smiled warmly. He returned my smile and held my hand.After the funeral, everyone dispersed. The air seemed to be getting better and fresher . Elder Marcus had just only given Quinn a pat and walked away. I read what his eyes said that his lips couldn't say.'It's your turn.' 
~GWEN~For what seemed like hours, the two men had been in that spot. Their eyes were shut and Elder Marcus had a hand on Quinn's forehead. I was antsy."Shouldn't we do something?""No," Christine said. "Whatever happened, my grandfather can handle it."The Alpha and my parents watched the scene keenly. No one spoke. No one moved. It seemed they were more in shock than I was."Are you sure?" I glanced at the seemingly catatonic two men. It was annoying this was happening just as I got my mate back."Yes." Christine placed her hand on mine. "I'm sure."Before I could say a word, the two men's eyes suddenly shot open and they pulled away from each other with a gasp. Elder Marcus stared at Quinn. Then to our surprise
~ QUINN~My eyes flew open and I raised myself up. I gasped and looked around. I was in what appeared to be a field. I rubbed my eyes and blinked rapidly. The field was still there.'Was I dead?' I thought.No that did not make any sense."I knew it," a recognisable voice spoke behind me. "There was never a doubt. It was you."I turned around. It was Elder Marcus. He looked at me and there was tears streaming down his face. I became even more confused. What was he crying? And why was there only two of us?"It was you," he said again. "Liam.""Liam?" I said, perplexed. "Elder Marcus, it's me. Quinn."Something did not sound right. My voice was an octave too high. It was squeaky
"The Alpha will be very angry to see you here again, Gwen. The same goes to you, Christine."Of course, the guards stood in front of us. It was inconvenient that I could not tell Christine to put an invisible spell on all of us. That would have wasted time."Look, guys you have to let us through," Christine said."Please," I added. "The situation at hand requires us to be at the city."The guards stared at each other and then back at us."We are walking on thin ice as it is," The first guard said. "The Alpha will be angry with us if we let you through."I balled my fists. "And if you don't, someone is going to die!"I gave in to my emotions, the
The war came with the victory of the united army of the were panthers and the werewolves. The vampires had fled immediately they heard that Dimitri was dead. It was true about the saying, 'The best way to kill a snake was to cut off the head.' There had been loud jubilations and celebrations as the news was broken. The northern and southern tribe had sent messages of gratitude.However, at my end there was gloom.We stayed at one of the private hospitals in the city and Quinn lay in one of the beds, his face twisted in agony. All the nurses had attended to him but there was no result. The only attempt that was successful was getting the bullet out of his body. This was done by the doctor, a man who looked like he was in his early fifties. The effects of the wolfsbane had long kicked in and rendered him nearly immobile. There were several dark marks across his forearms and slowly spread towards his neck.As I sat be







