We are end game
I stood with Maxwell in the heart of our pack's territory. The forest was alive with the colors of autumn, leaves of red and gold cascading gently to the ground. It had been a long journey, one filled with trials, loss, and growth. But here, in the embrace of nature, I knew that our pack had found a place of peace, unity, and love.
The past year had been a time of healing and renewal for all of us. Our daughter's memory continued to live on in our hearts, and the magical stone I had discovered had proven to be a source of wonder and power. It was as if it held a piece of our daughter's spirit within, guiding us toward a brighter future.
Maxwell turned to me, a smile on his face. "Fiona, do you remember when we first met, when we were just two young wolves?"
I chuckled, the memory of that fateful meeting in the forest still vivid in my mind. "Of course, Maxwell. It feels like a lifetime ago, but it was the beginning of a beautiful journey."
