“Emotions were high, Agent.Didn’t want you thinking I was a Neanderthal,” he growls.
“Emotions are always high in this town.Anyway, it looks like Arrhythmia is here to stay.”
He swallows hard.“You mean that?”
I reach up and press my palm to his chest—where I can feel that golden thread that ties us together hum beneath my skin.
“Owen,” I whisper.“You said I was yours.And you’re mine.That means you, your Wolf, your weird, haunted town—I love it all.Everything about you.And I’ll do what I can to protect this place right by your side if you want me,” I say, feeling oddly vulnerable.
He exhales sharply.
And then he pulls me into his arms like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
“You mean that?You wanna liveherewithme?You’re not scared of what I am?”
I shake my head.“I adore what you are.”
A low growl of happiness rumbles from his chest.
And just like that, Owen finally lets himself believe I’m staying.
For good.
Because love?
Real love?
Isn't scared of monsters.
It chooses them.
Every damn day.
Epilogue 2: Owen
The calendar on the wall is still there.
Same stupid glossy photo.
Same overachieving little squares.
Same red heart drawn around February 14th by someone in the front office who thinks they’re cute.
But this year?
I don’t hate it.
Not even a little.
I’m standing in front of it with a grin on my face like a damn fool.
Because today, Valentine’s Day doesn’t feel like a cosmic joke.
Doesn’t smell like desperation and bad decisions.
It smells like her.
Fresh coffee.Warm skin.A hint of cinnamon.That apple pie-wildfire scent that hit me like a punch to the gut the second she stepped into my life and never let go.
