MIKE 5 YEARS LATERI skipped a stone across the lake, the sun rays glinting off the still water causing me to squint. Ever since Helios I had still maintained a weird affinity to the sun, it somehow seemed to recharge me instead of drain me like it did most. The rickety dock groaned under my weight as I settled onto it, creaking and protesting. I threw another stone out, the plip plops of it skipping making me smile, leaning back on the dock I let my thoughts wander. Xavier, the librarian/scholar of the Mist pack had contacted me a few years ago, saying he thought he had a cure for me. A way to reverse the damage Jason had done and restore my Alpha status. I’d had to really consider this, what this would mean for me; and us. My wolf was smaller than Zach’s, and I smelled of an Omega but otherwise there were no differences. Physically I was more muscula

ALLIE 9 YEARS LATERI sat on the front step, basking in the sun and ruffling my feathers; clearly minding my own business when the door swung open. Ava and Max leapt over me, their shadows sailing over my head as they did so, the voices of their parents pouring from the inside of the house as I heard them calling after them to be careful. I squawked, indignant at the interruption in my sunbathing and hauled myself to my feet, settling into a new spot. Many years had passed since we had defeated Perses and sent his smelly, old ass back to where he came from. I had enjoyed my life since then, puttering around the pack lands and doing as I pleased. While I missed Lance terribly I knew he was still here, his spirit lingering to be with his friends. If I was feeling particularly spry I sometimes took a trip to the Mist pack lands, checking in on Devon; who was the new Alpha. I was rudely interrupted again when the kids shot

ALL 50 years laterAVA I ran my hands through my frizzy red hair, trying to tame it into a ponytail with little success. I was in decent shape for someone in my mid forties, but my body had definitely started to feel more tired with less work. Max made fun of me all the time, the jerk, but he wasn’t far behind me; just a few years and he was already going gray. Thankfully I wasn’t, but I still had my own hair woes. I dropped into a fighting stance eyeing my opponent, my Alpha, my brother as he gave me a cheeky grin before he lunged. I easily avoided him, and managed to trip him up as he went past me, thwarting his chances of skidding to a stop and turning. Instead he landed on his ass and I barked a laugh, sidling over I held out a hand to haul him up. Max was tall, just like his dad, standing at around six foot three he was compact and lea