Ashlee watched Tristan exhale his breath. “You think it’s going to come to that? We won’t get him before that happens?”
“I’m sorry Tristan, I blew our cover when I removed the witch from IPAG. There’s no way it will ever be that easy again.”
“We’ve placed your whole family in jeopardy, and your father is in the game now.”
Ashlee nodded but didn’t answer. She couldn’t; it made her too ill to think about.
“All right, little Ashlee, we’ll get this started right away.”
Ashlee shook her head and reached down to caress his groin. “Maybe not right away.”
One year later
Ashlee clutched Braden close to her chest to block the wind from hitting him. He made a small gurgling noise, and she pulled on his pumpkin costume to make sure it fit him snugly. Her eyes caught Tristan in the distance. She still automatically looked for him in a crowd. He stood, his dark sunglasses in place, and discussed the siding that the contractor was about to place on the Institute.
A cool wind blew behind them, and not a second later, Tristan raised his head to look at her. He must have caught her scent. She smiled at him and kissed the head of their baby. With the exception of Braden, who had come as a surprise to them, everything was going just the way she’d planned it.
Tristan nodded to the men he stood with and crossed down the hill toward Ashlee.
She grinned and raised her mouth for a kiss, which he gave her.
“Almost done?”
Tristan shrugged. “Another week, I think. Maybe two. How’s our little pup?”
Ashlee laughed. “Sleeping because it’s daytime. He’ll be up all night again.”
“I can stay up with him, if you want.”
“Thanks for offering, but that didn’t go so well last time.” Hearing nothing but commotion, Ashlee had arrived in Braden’s room to find Tristan covered in spit-up holding Braden at arm’s length as their son peed all over the wall.
“I’m a pro now; I’ve got a system.”
Ashlee laughed and pulled him into her free arm. Kendrick might attack any day and they still had to complete the resort to bring back the pack’s mates, but all of that would be worked out soon. Confidence filled her. She had her wolves. Both of them.
Mine.
No… Ours.
The End
About the Author:
As a teenager, Rebecca would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes that these days, her parents think it was worth it.
She is the mother of two adorable boys, with a third baby on the way, and she is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.
A hardcore fan of science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal, Rebecca tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She’s been told she’s a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you’ll enjoy the action-packed ride that always ends in romance. In her world, anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect it probably will.