“What?” Wrath said, hisvoice rough.
“Chase the moon from thesky.”
He lifted his head and looked up atthe sky, visible because the roof hadn’t been put on. She followedhis gaze. The sky was darker than it had been when they’d started,the moon arcing away from its zenith. The stars were out in force,making the inky blackness look like it was covered withdiamonds.
“I believe we did,sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes and yawned,contentment blanketing her sweetly. She never would’ve guessed thatputting on a necklace a week ago would have changed her life socompletely. She wasn’t a romance author anymore, writing in fantasyworlds and dreaming about a man she didn’t think she’d ever meet.She was a marked and mated woman, alpha female to a pack offearsome—but sweet—Blood Wolves, and one hundred percent in lovewith Wrath.
Her dream man, the other half of herheart.
* * *
By the time the next full moon cameand went, Trinity found herself in an easy rhythm with the life shenow lived. She spent her days gardening with Creek and helpingWrath and the others work on the home. She wasn’t drawn to writeher fictional stories anymore, but because she’d been a writer forso long, she’d taken to interviewing the Blood Wolves about theirlives and families and creating a history of their people. So manyof the stories were sad, with parents being killed simply forloving someone other than their own kind. With Mytan by her side,she’d trekked the forest and made a detailed map, and cataloged thevarious plants and animals they found along the way.
She met Isolde for tea once a week,and the Blood Wolves spent the full moon with Veltris and Gemma’spack. Trinity had stayed in the alphas’ house with Gemma and thenon-shifting mates and kids and had a great time getting to knoweveryone.
For the first time in the history ofboth their people, there was peace.
Isolde joined her, the teacupstinkling on the saucers as she set them on the bistro table in herkitchen. “So, my friend, what’s your news?” Isoldeasked.
Trinity smiled. “I’mpregnant.”
“Oh! How wonderful!” Isoldestood and hugged her. Trinity chuckled at herenthusiasm.
“Well, we knew it wouldhappen at some point because of the vision, but we didn’t know thetiming.”
“That’s the funny thingabout visions. Sometimes you can get an idea of the time framejudging by exterior things you can see, like leaves turning forfall or spring flowers blooming, but with your vision, I honestlyhad no idea how long it would be before you had your littlegirl.”
Trinity grinned at the image of herdaughter in her mind. “Wrath’s not sure what powers she’ll inherit,but he believes she’ll be able to shift.”
“I’d say so,” Isolde said.“The wolf genes are dominant, but whether she—or any of yourchildren—will inherit vampire genes is hard to say. They might getsome, like increased speed or senses, or simply bewolves.”
“Well, I honestly don’tcare so long as she’s healthy.” Trinity looked at her friend andthen said, “Have you ever had a vision of your ownfuture?”
Isolde nodded. “My mother grew illwhen I was in my early twenties. She was on her deathbed and wantedto do something for me, so she called forth a vision of my future.I saw myself here in this little house tending to my garden. Twoyoung children came running up to me and hugged me. At first, Ithought they might be my own children, but then they called meAuntie Isolde. Since I don’t have any siblings, I thought that wasstrange, but my mother said obviously I’d forged a relationshipwith someone special and was a part of their lives. I tucked thatvision away in my heart, and I honestly never thought I’d see theday when it came to be.” She stared at Trinity with a curious look,her lips tipped up in a smile.
Trinity blinked at her a few times andthen gasped. “Oh! They’re my kids!”
“Yes. When I showed you thevision of your future with Wrath, I saw the little girl from myvision, and I knew instantly that you and I were meant to be thebest of friends.”
Trinity hugged her friend again andsniffled. “You are like family to me, Isolde. Like a sister. I’dlove for my kids to call you Auntie.”
“That would be myhonor.”
“I want to ask you if theother child was a boy or a girl, but I kind of don’t want to know,”Trinity said with a chuckle.
“Well, if it’s anyconsolation, I only fully saw the little girl. The other child’sface was never turned toward me, so I don’t know whether it was aboy or a girl.”
“It’s good to have asurprise coming my way,” Trinity said. She laid her hand on herstomach and said, “Did you ever think things would turn out thisway?”
“Not in my wildestdreams.”
“I’m glad you decided tosee what was causing Wrath’s villain-ness.”
“Me, too. Did he read yourbook?”
Trinity rolled her eyes. “He skimmedit, looking for his name. He didn’t want to read the sex stuffbetween Veltris and Gemma.”
“What did hethink?”
“I told her I wasn’t nearlyso much of a villain as she made me out to be,” Wrath said as hestrode into the house. He kissed Trinity on the cheek and laid abasket of fresh eggs on the table. “Here’s half the eggs from yourcoop for you. Creek wanted me to ask if you’d like him to send someof his egg bread with us next time.”
Wrath had gotten into the habit ofhelping out around Isolde’s house while Trinity and her friendchatted. Like Trinity, Wrath thought of Isolde as a sister, and washappy to lend his strength. Or gather eggs, as the case mightbe.
“Oh yes, I love his eggbread. He’s so talented,” Isolde said.
“I fixed the leaky spot inthe hen house, too.” He looked at Trinity. “Ready to go, love? It’salmost lunchtime. I could hear your stomach growling fromoutside.”
Trinity giggled and finished her tea.“Yep.”
Isolde walked them to the door andthanked Wrath for his help. Mytan was lying out on the porch in thesun. He rolled to his paws and stretched when he sawthem.
Trinity and Isolde embraced. “I’ll seeyou next week,” Isolde said. “Be well, my friend.”
“You,
