Epilogue

“Mercy, hurry up!” August shouted up the stairs. “We’re going to be late!”

“We can’t be late,” Mercy shouted back to him. “They can’t start without us. You’re the Alpha.”

“Well, we’re supposed to be there in fifteen minutes, and it’ll take at least ten to get to the chapel.”

“I’m coming,” Mercy said, sliding an earring into her ear and looking at herself one more time in the mirror. What her husband failed to realize was that she not only had to get herself ready, she also had to get the baby ready, and that took some time.

She looked good in a nice red dress and silver dangly earrings. She wore a pendant around her neck that had a picture of August in one half and her daughter in the other. Her hair was up in a clip, and her knee length red dress was tight at the top but flowy at the bottom. Her red heels were not so high that she couldn’t walk in them easily.

She hurried down the stairs to see August standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding their daughter, Abigail, in his arms.