Epilogue 1 - Violet

I wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of Tate. His head is resting on my shoulder. “Good morning beautiful” he whispers.

I found myself chuckling. “Good morning to you too” I whispered back.

“You know I am going to have to get you up and out of bed shortly for your training.” He says with a sigh.

“Euurrgghh!” I grumbled. “But the bed is so warm and comfy!”

Training has been going on almost each day since we returned to pack six months ago. Lachlan was relentless. Though I can’t blame him, Azaria was just as unrelenting too in her necessity for me to refine these gifts of mine and in her need to make me as strong as she could, both physically and mentally.

“Oh. You mean you don’t want to stay in bed because of your handsome mate?” Tate huffs, flipping himself, so he was suddenly on all fours, leaning over me.

I find myself smirking at his playfulness. We had most definitely refined our relationship and our gifts…

“Perhaps I was just coming to that…” I teased,