Page 68 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf
And when she kissed him later on in the hall, her foot thumping madly, he was never happier because, as Grams told him, wolves mated for life.
Epilogue
Derek spentthe evening of the full moon playing cards with Athena’s mom, a true shark. He lost all his Smarties by the time they went to bed. Not that he slept much. He waited for Athena, who returned at dawn after spending the night wolfing out with her siblings.
“Hi, honey,” she murmured as she crawled into bed.
“Come here.” He grabbed her and snuggled her close. Relieved she’d made it through another shift. It had been almost two months since the whole thing with Rogers went down, but he still worried, even as no one came close to guessing the truth.
There’d been much shock in the news—and on social media—when the events of the church unfolded. A drug lab, run by the renowned doctor who’d double-crossed his people and fled with a ton of money. The cops had bought the story they planted, and even better, with the doctor discredited, things improved for the Sasquatch in custody. Fred’s vocal proponents managed to have the courts declare him sentient and, as such, got the Bigfoot released. The Ogopogo remained a tourist attraction in its lake. However, the animal activists had improved its living conditions.
Not a word was ever said about werewolves. No one ever came knocking—although Grams and Gramps kept a close eye, even upping their security.
Frank got arrested for embezzlement and was in jail awaiting trial.
Grams and Athena’s mom collaborated and created a THC-infused honey that was selling like hotcakes as people snatched it up as Christmas presents and for personal use.
He and Athena had moved into their own place but spent most of their weekends at one farm or the other.
Derek had never been happier, a happiness that trebled when Athena suddenly lurched from bed and ran to the bathroom to puke. And before anyone thought him a jerk for not following, Athena didn’t like having her hair held while she barfed.
When she returned, he arched a brow. “Still think it was that sushi?”
Her wry smile said it all. “Guess it’s a good thing we rented a two bedroom.” Because, by this time next year, there’d be a little person crawling—or trotting—around.
“I love you,” he stated. More than he could ever imagine.
“Prove it,” she said as she crawled back into bed.
“How? Massage? The best oral of your life? Name it, and it’s yours.”
“I want ice cream. Make that a sundae. With whipped cream and bananas.”
“It’s six a.m.,” he reminded.
“And?”
“Anything for you.”
And he meant it. Now and always.
Ares unloadedthe trees he’d cut and bound for the Christmas Market. While they used to allow people to come and choose their own at the farm, there’d been too many incidents with idiots who didn’t listen to instructions and proved scary with an axe. Much better to provide them ready to go at the market. Quick money that he’d use to spoil his mother and sisters. A little extra would be nice, too, given Athena looked to be expecting a child with her firefighter boyfriend. Not that she’d announced it, but Ares smelled the change in her during their moon run.
As Ares whirled from his leaning stack to grab another tree, he startled at the sight of a little girl eyeballing him.
Rosy-cheeked, eyes bright. Her woolen red hat and mittens didn’t match her light blue snowsuit at all.
“Hi,” chirped the kid.
“Hey.”
“Your trees are squished,” she observed.
“They’ll fluff out nice once we undo the twine.”
The child cocked her head. “Mama says real trees are messy.”
“Sometimes, but they sure smell good.” Good enough he’d apparently pissed on them when he was little with no regard for the fact they sat in the living room. Drove his mom nuts, whereas Dad always laughed and claimed,“Boy’s just marking his territory.”