Epilogue: Zeke

The past few months have been insane. I had naively considered Phillipe’s dead body being slung out of the castle like trash as the end of the matter. Live happily ever after, job done.

Sadly, just shouting the war is over isn’t the end of the battle for an Alpha and Luna. Not that the title sits well with me. I doubt it ever will. But it annoys Freya for me to protest too strongly about my title. Plus, I have learned an awful lot about the hormonal fun and games one can encounter with the heavily pregnant.

To say she kept me on my toes over winter is an understatement. I fucking loved every second of it. She pushes, I pull her back in. Either way she ends up in my arms, talking a million miles a minute about all the ideas she has working away in her mind.

I got to be there for all her quiet little whispered fears too. If the pack likes her, being a mother. Next to roaring fires eating the same rations as everyone else, we lived a fairly quiet existence. Baby names drove her mad. F