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He offers his shoulder, and Finn doesn’t hesitate, in case he changes his mind.

Nix flinches, but when the app shows Nix and two other heartbeats, his face breaks into the biggest grin.

He walks off with Gideon’s burner phone, and Rowan and Luca in tow.

“You’re not getting that back,” Grayson says, and considers following them over to the couch.

The wolf thinks that maybe they need one of the devices so that he can see his pregnant omega and babies every minute of the day.

Gideon reads his mind. “No, there isn’t one for everyone, although I wish there were.”

And then there was one.

“Leo?” Finn asks.

The doctor is sweating slightly, and his black currant scent is growing sweeter by the second. He’s settling in for what is hopefully his last wave. It means that maybe tomorrow, they can do what they came for.

Leo hesitates.

Gideon sighs and takes Leo’s hands in his. It looks like a weird human wedding custom, and while he doesn’t laugh, it makes Leo smile.

“You mad at me?”

His smile falls, and he nods. A single bob of his head.

“Because I did these terrible things?”

It hurts to hear Gideon ask this out loud, and with such pure vulnerability.

“Fuck, no. I’m mad because you’re holding yourself back from me. Fromus.”

“I should have said this sooner, but I am sorry. Sorry, I haven’t always given you all of me. I will from now on—if you still want me?”

“Of course, I fucking do. That’s what this has been about since the beginning. I love you, Gideon, and I will forever. No matter what.”

Gideon’s mouth drops open, and Grayson is close enough that he can hear his tiny hitching breaths.

“I love you, too, Leo Costas. I’ll do better at showing you.”

“I pronounce you husband and wife. Now, Finn, microchip him so Gideon can kiss the bride,” Rowan jokes, guffawing as Leo’s cheeks flush a pretty pink.

Laughing, Leo kisses Gideon on the lips while Finn injects the tracker into his shoulder.

It’s not over; Grayson is sure there’ll be some more talking—and probably some fucking—if Finn’s wiggling in between them has anything to say (and do) about it.

It makes his wolf happy that everyone is safer going forward, or at least they’re prepared for Carnell in this small way.

When Finn drags Leo and Gideon off toward the stairs and the temporary nest, Nix gets up to follow.

That warm place from before tingles, and Nix sidles into his arms, tucking himself tightly around his waist with his nose pressed into the center of his chest, as if he knows it’s there.

“Youarewarm, Gray. Perfect though, and your new perfume is dreamy.”

He breathes in again. “Like you.” Snuffle. “And me.” Snuffle, snuffle. “And Gideon’s shrine…like patchouli. Come on, let’s go ride the last wave with Finn. I’m a bit sad it’s over.”

Nix asks, picking up the orchid from the counter. He brings it to his nose and sighs. “What’s this?”

“It’s for you. Not quite as beautiful, but…here.”