It was everything we’d dreamed of when we’d first discussed breaking the old barrier. A world where mates weren’t closedoff from each other. Where who we were—who we loved—didn’t matter.
All because a wolf and a witch fell in love.
“Love you, sugar,” Barrett said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Every day, I’m thankful for those wraiths for bringing me here. For bringing me to you. Thankful that I fell completely under your spell. You bewitched me, and I’m so grateful you’re mine. That the fates thought to give you to me.” He ran his finger over my ring, the one he’d given to me that Halloween night. It had been early, but I’d never doubted his love for me. Never once.
“I love you, Wolf-Man,” I responded, getting choked up as I felt all of his love pour into me. “This—you and Ronan—is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”
We stayed like that for a long time—him holding me in his arms, me holding our newborn in mine—our perfect little family.
The perfect blend of two worlds. Witch and wolf shifter.
Two hearts beating as one.
Thank the fates.
The End.
