Page 128 of Savage Games

Inside, the main living area opens before us, dominated by a massive stone fireplace that rises to meet the vaulted ceiling.

The scent of pine and cedar fills the air, along with subtle hints of sage that someone has burned to cleanse the space of its previous occupant's energy.I inhale deeply, surprised to find no trace of Brad's scent lingering in the corners.

I walk through the rooms slowly, trailing my fingers over surfaces, reacquainting myself with the space.It's larger than I remember, with high ceilings and large windows that look out over the compound.

Wyatt follows, silent but watchful, giving me space to process.

As we climb the stairs to the second floor, I can feel the day's journey settling into my muscles.The master bedroom suite occupies the entire eastern wing, its windows positioned to catch the morning sun.A king-sized bed, freshly made with crisp white linens, stands against one wall.A sitting area with comfortable chairs faces a smaller fireplace, and beyond that, glass doors open onto a private balcony.

"They've been busy," Wyatt remarks, noticing the fresh flowers on the bedside table, the stack of towels in the adjoining bathroom, and the subtle touches that make the space feel welcoming rather than abandoned.

I nod, momentarily overwhelmed by the thought that went into preparing for our arrival.After all that happened with Brad and Rowan, I hadn't expected such consideration.

Finally, I stop in what would be our bedroom, turning to face him."So?"

"So," he echoes, moving to stand in front of me.

"What do you think?"I ask, searching his face.

His hands come up to frame my face gently."I think...they're scared, but hopeful.I think they're willing to try."

"And you?"I press."Could you be happy here?"

He considers the question seriously."I could be happy anywhere you are.But yes, I think I could make a life here."

Relief floods through me, though I hadn't realized how much I was holding my breath for his answer.

"What about you?"he asks."This place has a lot of memories for you.Not all good."

I lean into his touch."It does.But we can make fresh memories.Better ones."

He smiles, that rare, full smile that transforms his entire face."I like the sound of that."

"So, we're doing this?Really doing this?"

"Looks like it."He pulls me closer."Alpha and Luna.Who would have thought?"

I wrap my arms around his neck, rising on tiptoes to meet his gaze directly."I love you, you know."

"I had a feeling," he murmurs, bending to press his forehead against mine."And it’s a good thing, since I happen to love you, too."

Through the open balcony doors, the night air carries the sounds of the pack settling in, voices calling goodnight, doors closing, the soft padding of sentries beginning their evening rounds.Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls, echoing across the valley before being answered by another.

My wolf stirs at the sound, no longer anxious but alert, interested.This is our territory now.Our pack.Our home.

Wyatt pulls me closer, his arms encircling me completely, his heartbeat steady and strong against my cheek.Through our bond, I feel his contentment, his certainty, washing away the last of my doubts.

Inside, there's just us.Just this moment of perfect understanding between us.

"Welcome home," I whisper.

I think of how I first left this place, terrified and desperate, believing I'd never find safety again.

Now, I stand here as Luna, with a mate who would tear down mountains to protect me, and a pack looking to us for guidance.

The circle is complete, but our story has just begun.

Epilogue

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