Epilogue

“Mommy!” Vevina heard her three year old daughter call out to her as she came rushing to her side.

“Alina, what did I tell you about running with your socks on? You might t fall down and hurt yourself, baby,” she said worrying about her naughty princess who as usual giggled at her words and didn’t listen to a thing she said.

“Cookies!” Alana continued with her demand, letting her know the reason why she had come to her. She might have been young but her nose had just been sharp as any grown werewolf for her to smell them as soon as they were baked.

“You can have them but before that you need to wash your hands, princess,” Vevina heard her mate's voice follow inside the kitchen carrying in his arms their five year old son Vinter.

“Hi mommy!” Vinter greeted her as soon as he saw her. While Alana was a daddy’s girl, Vinter, her first born, had been a mommy’s boy so much so that he often refused to leave her side when he was a baby.

“Hi my baby, go on and wash your hands and then you can