BEING THERE

Molly

We ripped him to shreds.

He had no way of seeing it coming, or did he?

Devin didn’t even beg for his life—he simply wanted his torment to be over.

“We show him mercy?!!!”

“Henry, look around you!”

Henry took a glance at the dead among us and knew it was inevitable.

“Then we do it quickly,” Henry growled, “He’s had enough.”

In an instant, we’d slaughtered him—all of our memories coming back as the two of shifted back into flesh form,

“Oh..”

I fell hard on top of my mate who gathered me up in his arms and kept me safe.

The rogues—who ended up also have some cannibals in the bunch—took Devin’s body away.

“This is horrifying...” Henry said, waving his parents over as I did with mine.

“We’re all safe..” I said, “We’re safe...”

“It’s over..”

“Is it?”

Henry

I knew what she meant.

Would we survive this?

I treated her poorly and then I forgot her.

I loved her and vowed in my heart to love and care for her the rest of our lives.

“We’re going to have to have a tribunal,” Father said, “Are you both alright?”

“Lori!” Molly wept as she hugged her friend close.

“You fought hard,” I smiled, “Lori might be the better soldier here.”

“We need to clean this place up and get the prisoners back to the cells.”

The rogues were long gone—now that they had no promises of riches and fortune, we let them go, but not without witnessing such a defeat on their part.

“So many of them are dead..” Molly said as we tried our best to get our own kind to safety and on the mend.

“Henry, I thought I’d lost you!”

“And I thought I’d lost you, Molly...my feisty minx.”

Ann and Atticus were a huge help, wanting nothing but a pardon from us.

“You saved us,” Molly said, “There was always goodness inside of you—no need for a pardon.”

Ann and Atticus watched as the Drifters rolled by—meeting with them in the caravan.

“Will they be a problem?”

“They’re Drifters,” I told Molly, “We stay out of their way—they stay out of ours.”

Molly agreed to that and watched them travel on.

“I love you..”

“I love you more, bully alpha..”

Molly

We made our way back to the cave and tidied up.

The witches were long gone, the Drifters, the enemies—Devin.

His parents were gone as well. We hadn’t even seen them come up to battle, but they did and found themselves with their son.

“No burial?”

“The rogues got them,” Henry said as we stepped into the carriage to take us back to our den, “We don’t need to ever think about them again.”

“Let’s go back and make a home—a real home, Henry..”

Henry smiled, “I will still bully you, but...you might like it.”

“I’m not a masochist,” I teased.

“Oh, you know you love it.”