Page 82 of Same Old
“It’s like a drug, hearing you say that. I’ll never get tired of it.”
She hugged him tightly and rested her cheek against his chest. His heart was pounding slow and steady there.
Whatever came after tonight, they were in this together. Whatever backlash came from the war, or from killing Aro, they would face it with their friends, their Pack, her family.
Her father had always preached that the lives of werewolves were unpredictable and hard, but she was okay with that.
The hard stuff made the good stuff feel so much more potent.
Dodger slid his arm around her shoulders and matched her stride as he guided her toward her first Pack dinner as a werewolf, and as a fiancé.
Her life hadn’t ended up where she’d imagined it.
Her life had ended up better.
