EPILOGUE

A two-year-old boy held Freya's hand, his tiny fingers wrapped around hers. He looked exactly like Dante, with Freya's kind eyes. The little folk tried taking fast strides as he walked with Freya. “Archer Blue Dante, come on, slow down. You know you have shorter legs,” Freya spoke to the boy as if he was an adult.

The little boy, as if reading meaning into his mother's scolding, pouted his lips and froze. Freya bent to his level and swooped him off his feet, tickling the sweet boy. He writhed and struggled in her hold before she slouched him over her shoulder once more.

She was taking a stroll through the pack house, heading for the prison. Today was the visiting day for prisoners, and she always took out time to visit them, especially the Tahilas. Under Freya, that system was reformed. Tahilas were now prisoners who committed acts like treason, murder, rape, and domestic violence. Yes, she didn't want any negative strings in her kingdom. Even with that, she visited them, made sure the