Peace.
The den was rebuilt. The mountains healed. Wolves howled not in fear, but in triumph. The gods withdrew, silent and defeated, unable to deny the bond that had remade the world.
Kael and Aradia stood as Alpha and Queen, their scars worn with pride, their love unbroken. And in her arms, she held life.
Two babes, born of flame and fang. Twins.
A boy with green eyes blazing like his father's, fire flickering at his fingertips.
A girl with golden and fierce eyes, her cry shaking the den like a wolf's howl.
Tri Brid. Witch and wolf—and something more. Power older than gods.
Kael kissed Aradia's hair, his rough hands steady, his voice low. "Stronger than us."
Aradia smiled, her tears falling onto her babes. "A new world."
The pack bowed before them, their howls echoing into the mountains. For the first time in centuries, there was no fear.
Only hope.
And as the twins opened their eyes, fire and wolf howling in unison, the world trembled—because the saga was not over.
It had only just begun.