Page 122 of Echoes From the Void
Through our bonds, I feel everything she can’t put into words:
Her fierce joy at being home.
Her love for each of us—unique and perfect.
Her bone-deep certainty that this, all of this, is exactly what prophecy meant.
Leo presses kisses to her hair while Matteo rumbles protective sounds. Dorian’s frost creates delicate patterns of belonging around us all while I hold her like I’ll never let go.
“The Council will have questions,” I say softly, feeling their impatient energy behind our circle of protection. My Guardian training can’t quite let go of political reality, even now. “The Guardians will want explanations.”
“Let them wait,” Frankie’s father says, his voice carrying quiet authority that makes even Commander Stone step back. “Some moments deserve to be sacred.”
Sacred.
Like love freely given.
Like family freely chosen.
Like balance finally, properly understood.
Through our pack bonds, everything flows in perfect harmony: Leo’s warmth, Matteo’s protection, Dorian’s precision, my stability, all of it wrapping around Frankie’s exhausted but triumphant presence. Finn’s light pulses contentedly within our circle while their father stands guard, his shadows a gentle reminder of what power can be when wielded with love.
The Council and Guardians wait beyond our protective circle, their questions and politics held at bay by transformed beasts and restored light shifters. But none of that matters right now.
What matters is this:
Frankie safe in our arms.
Our pack whole and together.
Balance finally, properly achieved.
“Take us home,” Frankie murmurs against my chest, her wolves pressing close. “All of us.”
Home.
Not to the Council chambers.
Not to Guardian headquarters.
But to our pack house.
Where chosen family makes everything sacred.
“Home,” we echo, our voices joining in perfect harmony.
Above us, reality settles into new patterns—shadow and light in willing partnership. Around us, ancient beings remember gentler purposes. Within us, bonds pulse stronger than any prophecy could have predicted.
The void whispers its approval as we turn toward home, carrying our alpha, supporting her twin, accepting their father. Behind us, politics and power can wait.
Some choices remake reality itself.
Some love transforms everything it touches.
Some family extends beyond any barrier.
Forever.
