Zoe’s POV I jumped on Dillon as soon as we left the car, wrapping my arms and legs around him and attacking his mouth. He chuckled against my lips but responded enthusiastically, kissing me passionately. He carried me in the house, never breaking the kiss. We’d called this cabin Rachael had gifted to us “home” many times over the last few months, but it had never seemed permanent. Something was different as we entered this time, as if I could see our future unfolding here, because now I knew we had one to look forward to. And that thought made my need for the man in my arms even stronger. A new energy buzzed in the air around us, as if the burning embers of our bond had finally caught flame, burning brighter than ever. I’d thought I’d allowed myself to love Dillon with everything I had, but now I realized there’d been a tiny piece of me I’d held back. A piece of me hadn’t believed we’d survive to see this day, one where our enemies no longer haunted us, and hadn’t let myself hope

5 Years Later Kat’s POV Chaos. There was no other word for it. My life had descended into complete and total chaos. But it was worth it to share this day with all the people we loved and who loved us in return. It was our youngest son Liam’s second birthday and all our friends and family were gathering to celebrate with us. I was frantically trying to finish decorating the last of the cupcakes with said two-year-old clinging to my leg. Thankfully, Sarah and her family had arrived early so her oldest, Mason, could occupy the twins. Otherwise I would have all three of my children dogging my footsteps in hopes of snagging an extra cupcake or two. “Hi sweetheart!” My dad’s booming voice greeted me as he breezed into the kitchen. “And there’s my little Liam!” “Papa!” Liam lifted his little arms, begging my dad to pick him up. Dad already had my five year old sister, Daniela (Dani for short), in his arms but he managed to sweep Liam up as well. He was an amazing dad to my younger

(Same time frame as Sarah’s Epilogue - ten years after the war) Zoe’s POV “I can’t believe we’re doing this again.” I told Dillon as we both stared at the grainy black and white screen. “Are you unhappy, baby doll?” Dillon squeezed my hand, his eyes full of concern. “Of course not! A little overwhelmed maybe, but mostly excited.” I reassured him. Dillon’s answering grin, that innocent boy-next-door smile I loved so much, told me all I needed to know about his feelings on the matter. He was over the moon! Excitement would be an understatement. More like overjoyed. “Okay, let’s take one last look before the big event!” Dr. Roberts announced. “Are you sure you don’t want to know the gender?” “No!” Dillon and I both exclaimed together. I was five months pregnant with our third pup. Ryder was ten and our daughter, Ryleigh, was eight. We thought we were done but the Goddess had other plans. Since we already had one of each, we agreed to let this one’s gender be a surprise. Whe

Julia’s POV The bass was thumping and the techno music was blaring in the club my friends and I filed into. I used the term friends loosely, as most of them just wanted to be friends with me to get close to my brother. Sucked for them that he’d never look twice at any of them. But beggar’s couldn’t be choosers unless I wanted to sit home alone like some pathetic loser every night. My best friend Zoe had left for college, leaving me alone with only wanna be rank climbers or the Dillon Kane fan club to hang out with. Maintaining some semblance of a social life was hard work. “Vodka soda.” I spit out when the bartender made his way over to me. “Going for the hard stuff already. Must be a rough night.” He winked at me, setting one of those tiny drink napkins in front of me. “Most girls that look like you only want the fruity stuff to sip while they’re waiting to be noticed.” “I’m not most girls and I’m not here to be noticed. Just want to blow off steam. And what exactly do you mea

Julia’s POV This was utter insanity! What the fuck was I thinking?” I was pacing the sidewalk outside the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Derek for our date, mumbling to myself. “Oh, right! I was thinking if I didn’t agree, his arrogant ass might be just vindictive enough to tell my brother how I liked to spend my free time. And the fact that he was six shades of sexy didn’t hurt one damn bit!” “Not thinking of standing me up, are you?” Derek’s warm breath caressed the shell of my ear as his large hands wrapped around my hips. He’d managed to sneak up behind me which spoke to my level of distraction. My brother was the lead warrior for the Glass Lake pack and he’d taught me how to protect myself. No one snuck up on me! Usually. “Not at all!” I flashed him a plastic smile, turning to face him. “Men who aren’t a bit of a handful don’t even make it on my radar. I enjoy a challenge. Though I doubt spending an evening with you will qualify as much of one.” “I assure you, s