Epilogue: Malin

One Year Later

If anyone had told me when I was growing up that my life would get better after I met my mate and became a Luna, I would have laughed at them. I was raised in a loving family, surrounded by parents, brothers, sisters, and pack members who loved me.

But none of that comes close to the love of a mate, none of that comes close to feeling the love and adoration of a pack that is yours to care for. Some might feel overwhelmed by the pressure of having to care for so many. For me, it feels like home.

“What’s got that smile on your face, my twin?” Quinn asks me.

We’re currently in the middle grounds, watching our oldest pups, both boys, running around while our twins rest in their carriers beside us. I guess as twins, it makes sense that both Quinn and I would have twins. What we didn’t expect is that we’d both have a boy first, and then we’d both get pregnant with twin girls. Our packs will never be the same if Cohen and Emerson are any indication. Cohen loves our son, but