Chapter 43

I smile as I stroke Ethan's wolf spirit. I watch my great granddaughter celebrate the end of a century long war with her mates, and for the first time since Stefan's creation, I feel at peace. My wolves are finally free of the blood thirsty tyrant.

Even the Goddess of Night is relieved that he is finally destroyed. She could never bring herself to kill her own creation. So she spent eons relying on my plan just as my wolves had.

I watch in fast time as my Royals piece together the Northern packs who lost their Alphas and Betas. And when they finally travel home, I look to see how Sasha is. The rambunctious girl always makes me laugh. Although she will never be Queen, she will be a great big sister to the future King.

I give my Royals a few days of rest before calling them to my realm. I am eager to tell them about their gift. My reward for their losses.

I sitdown in my favorite rocking chair and wait. Time is such a funny thing. I can watch years