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Ezra

Sixteen Years Later

Leaning against the door frame, Ezra looked over his backyard.

No matter how many years passed his heart filled with pride each time he looked at his children.

Serafina was the strongest witch his bloodline had seen in generations.

Still nothing compared to their ancestors, but she had her way with runes and mastering even the most difficult of potions with ease.

Like her grandmother, she had an affinity for the future, only her visions seemed much clearer.

She currently stood beneath that old willow tree, petting her brother’s giant wolf. As many with alpha blood, Anders had been blessed with his wolf young—at fourteen. He was as soft and loving as his father, though could definitely hold his ground if needed.

A delicate arm wrapped around him, and Scarlett’s lips found his shoulder.

Her free hand lifted his and kissed his rune, the one and only she’d ever given him the pleasure of carving into his skin.

The moment their eyes met in that mall so many years ago, everything had changed.

And ever since accepting her and her love, his life had been far more precious than he’d ever dreamed of.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.