Epilogue.

Kevin nodded at Lucien to show he understood what the top dog wanted before he signaled to the guards that he was ready. "Keep your wits about you Irish." The Alpha wolf cautioned, but Kevin didn't need telling twice. Fourteen months behind bars had a way of conditioning a man, and if Lucien hadn't taken him under his wing, he had no doubt that berserker blood or not, he would have been dead or somebody's 'wife' long before now. 

The last of the security doors opened, and Kevin stepped outside to feel the morning sun caressing his cheeks. Soon he would be on his way back to Desdayos, back to Celine and they could finally put this chapter of their lives behind them.

He was just about to call a cab from the payphone when a sleek black limo pulled up to the curbside. The back passenger's window wound down just a touch, and the first song, Kevin heard as a free man began to play.

"Turn down the lights

Turn down the bed

Turn down these voices, insi