worlds both human and wolf were so totally overwhelmed by love and light that the harsh sob raging out of his chest caught Stefan unaware.
He held Xandi in his arms, his tears falling into her thick mass of hair, remembering how alone he’d been, how much the outcast, half wolf, half human, unaware of his true heritage, unaware of the gift that was Chanku .
The gift made whole by these three who loved him, who so completely loved one another.
He opened his thoughts, halting their worry, their loving concern, showing them what was in his heart. Sharing his memories.
Anton’s hand reached across the two women, his fingers tightened around Stefan’s shoulder.
“I know.”
Two simple words of understanding. Male to male, their women between them, basking in the strength of the pack.
Epilogue
Keisha’s speech at the dedication was short, simple and filled with her wry sense of humor. As she turned to step down from the podium, San Francisco’s handsome young mayor held out his hand to assist her. Anton quickly stepped between them.
“We have a plane to catch.”
The mayor nodded, grinned at Anton and stepped aside. It was obvious he was reluctant to let go of Keisha’s hand.
Keisha burst into laughter once they were away from the crowd. “Could you have been any ruder to the poor man? He’s the mayor, Anton!”
“I didn’t bite him.”
“Yeah. He didn’t pee on the monument, either.” Stefan laughed when Xandi punched him in the shoulder.
“And I thought men were bad. Wolves are worse.”
“Thank goodness.” Keisha stopped next to the car. “And thank you. All of you, for talking me into staying for this.”
“Your mom and dad would have been so proud of you.” Xandi drew her into a quick hug. “Just as we are.”
Keisha looked back across the green expanse of park, at the memorial garden she’d designed, at the city that had been her home. No longer. It was time to head back to Montana, back to the place she belonged.
It was time to run through the forest, to hunt with her beloved pack mates, to prowl and race the moon.
It was time to make love on the mossy forest floor, and maybe, just maybe, time for babies.
She turned and smiled at Anton.
It was time for Chanku .
Kate Douglas
Kate Douglas has been writing professionally for over thirty years, but she's never enjoyed the job as much as she does now. For her, a day at the office consists of long, pleasurable hours at her computer in the company of strong, gutsy, smart, sexy men and women, fictional characters who want their sex hot and their mates hotter. Making sure they -- and her readers -- get what they want is this author's prime responsibility. It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
He held Xandi in his arms, his tears falling into her thick mass of hair, remembering how alone he’d been, how much the outcast, half wolf, half human, unaware of his true heritage, unaware of the gift that was Chanku .
The gift made whole by these three who loved him, who so completely loved one another.
He opened his thoughts, halting their worry, their loving concern, showing them what was in his heart. Sharing his memories.
Anton’s hand reached across the two women, his fingers tightened around Stefan’s shoulder.
“I know.”
Two simple words of understanding. Male to male, their women between them, basking in the strength of the pack.
Epilogue
Keisha’s speech at the dedication was short, simple and filled with her wry sense of humor. As she turned to step down from the podium, San Francisco’s handsome young mayor held out his hand to assist her. Anton quickly stepped between them.
“We have a plane to catch.”
The mayor nodded, grinned at Anton and stepped aside. It was obvious he was reluctant to let go of Keisha’s hand.
Keisha burst into laughter once they were away from the crowd. “Could you have been any ruder to the poor man? He’s the mayor, Anton!”
“I didn’t bite him.”
“Yeah. He didn’t pee on the monument, either.” Stefan laughed when Xandi punched him in the shoulder.
“And I thought men were bad. Wolves are worse.”
“Thank goodness.” Keisha stopped next to the car. “And thank you. All of you, for talking me into staying for this.”
“Your mom and dad would have been so proud of you.” Xandi drew her into a quick hug. “Just as we are.”
Keisha looked back across the green expanse of park, at the memorial garden she’d designed, at the city that had been her home. No longer. It was time to head back to Montana, back to the place she belonged.
It was time to run through the forest, to hunt with her beloved pack mates, to prowl and race the moon.
It was time to make love on the mossy forest floor, and maybe, just maybe, time for babies.
She turned and smiled at Anton.
It was time for Chanku .
Kate Douglas
Kate Douglas has been writing professionally for over thirty years, but she's never enjoyed the job as much as she does now. For her, a day at the office consists of long, pleasurable hours at her computer in the company of strong, gutsy, smart, sexy men and women, fictional characters who want their sex hot and their mates hotter. Making sure they -- and her readers -- get what they want is this author's prime responsibility. It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
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