Epilogue

7 years later

“Mommy, Mommy” My Daughters angelic sing song voice floats through the air. “Wyatt and Walker won’t let me climb up the tree house ladder.” My daughter Skyler cries softly to me about her big brothers as she runs through the back doors of the pack house. Her Auburn hair and gray-blue tear-filled eyes come into view, but before I can even answer her a loud booming voice is heard as heavy footsteps make their way down the marble staircase.

“Where is uncle’s little princess? … Why is my little blue Sky so gray, who does uncle need to punish?” William says mockingly stern as she cries slightly louder as he makes his way to her. I shake my head watching him scoop up my youngest as she snuggles into his large broad chest trying to sooth herself. He makes his way towards the living room where I’m reading, and even though he has made it clear that he never wishes to have chil