The Werewolf's Bride
The three of them stood together in the sunlight, surrounded by the pack, by Seraphine, by the lands they had fought for and healed.
The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mate, the werewolf’s queen, the werewolf’s mother.
The bond between them had never broken.
It had only grown.
Eternal.
Unbreakable.
And as the sun rose higher, casting long shadows that no longer carried fear, Elara looked at her family, at the life they had built from blood and forgiveness, and knew one simple truth.
Love had won.
And it would keep winning.
Forever.
THE END...