(Audrey’s POV)

    The official notification arrived on a crisp autumn morning, one year after Aurora and Serena’s birth. I was feeding the twins their breakfast when Florian entered the kitchen holding the formal pack correspondence with an unreadable expression. “What is it?” I asked, noting the tension in his shoulders.

    “News from the African territories,” he said quietly, ncing at our daughters before meeting my eyes. “About Nathan.” My hand stilled on Aurora’s feeding spoon. “What kind of news?”

    “He’s dead, Audrey.” Florian’s voice was gentle but direct. “Died protecting a lone wolf mother and her pup from a gang of rogue wolves.”

    The spoon dropped from my numb fingers, ttering against the high chair. Aurora babbled in confusion while Serena watched me with those serious golden eyes that seemed to understand more than an infant should.

    “How?” I whispered.

    “More than a dozen rogues attacked the mother and daughter. Nathan fought them off, but he was overwhelmed.” Florian moved closer, his hand settling on my shoulder. “The survivors said he called out one name before he died.”

    I already knew what name. My chest tightened withplicated grief.

    “He said ‘Tell Audrey I’m sorry,”” Florian continued softly.

    I sat in silence for a long moment, processing this final chapter of Nathan’s story. The man who had manipted and terrorized me had died heroically, saving innocents. The contradiction felt impossible to reconcile.

    “I need to go there,” I said suddenly.

    “Audrey-“

    “I need to retrieve his ashes and bring him home.” My voice grew stronger with conviction. “Despite everything he did, he was once my friend. He deserves to be buried with dignity.”

    Florian studied my face carefully. “Are you certain? This could be emotionally difficult.”

    “I’m certain.” I reached for his hand. “Will youe with me?”

    “Always.”

    The journey to the African territories took two days. We left the twins with Yvette, who understood the importance of this closure ritual. Thendscape was harsh and unforgiving, much like Nathan’s final years of exile.

    The lone wolf mother, Kira, met us at a small settlement near where Nathan had died. Her young daughter clung to her side, both bearing healing scars from their ordeal.

    “Nathan Snowfang saved our lives,” Kira said simply. “He could have run when he saw the roguesing. Instead, he positioned himself between us and them.”

    “What did he say exactly?” I asked gently.

    “He fought like a wolf possessed,” she continued. “When thest rogue fell, he copsed. His final words were clear: ‘Tell Audrey I’m sorry. Tell her I finally understood what love really means.””

    Tears blurred my vision. Even in death, Nathan had been thinking of me. Not with obsession, but with genuine remorse.

    We collected his ashes in a simple wooden urn carved with traditional wolf symbols. The local pack elders had treated him with respect, recognizing his final heroic act.

    Back in Central Territory, we buried Nathan’s ashes in the flower garden of our old academy. The same ce where we had all been children together, before tragedy and obsession had twisted his path.

    “He’s at peace now,” I whispered, cing a small bouquet of wildflowers on the grave marker.

    “So are you,” Florian observed, noting the release in my posture.

    “Yes. I think I finally am.”

    By the time Aurora and Serena reached their third birthday, they had developed into remarkably different yetplementary personalities. The transformation was evident in every aspect of their daily lives.

    Aurora had inherited Florian’s bold leadership instinctsbined with my healing empathy. She organized borate “rescue missions” for their stuffed animals, always ensuring no toy was left behind during their adventures.

    “Serena, the bear is trapped under the sofa!” Aurora announced dramatically one morning. “We have to save him!”

    “But what if we get stuck too?” Serena asked thoughtfully, studying the situation with careful consideration.

    “Then we’ll figure out how to save ourselves,” Aurora dered with absolute confidence. “That’s what brave wolves do.” Serena possessed Florian’s strategic mind and my intuitive understanding of others. She observed every situation carefully before acting, often with wisdom that surprised even the adults around her.

    “Aunt Sarah looks sad today,” Serena whispered to me during one of Sarah’s visits. “Should we make her favorite cookies?” “That’s very perceptive, sweetheart. Why do you think she’s sad?”

    “Her eyes are different. Like when Leo misses his mama.” Serena’s observation was remarkably urate. Sarah had been struggling with lonelinesstely.

    “Making cookies is a wonderful idea.”

    Florian had be exactly the father I’d always known he would be. Patient, yful, and absolutely devoted to his daughters’ happiness and development. His own childhood experiences had taught him the importance of security and unconditional love.

    “They’ll never question whether they’re wanted,” he said proudly one evening as we watched the girls y. “That’s the foundation we’re building everything else on.”

    “Look how different they are, yet how well they work together,” I observed.

    Aurora was teaching Serena to do a proper forward roll in the garden while Leo patiently provided encouragement and instruction. The three children had formed an unbreakable bond.

    “Aurora leads with her heart,” Florian noted. “Serena leads with her mind.”

    “Together they’ll be unstoppable,” I agreed.

    Sarah’s romantic life finally found direction when she met Dr. Marcus Moonhall, a widowed therapist with twin ten-year-old daughters of his own. His courtship proceeded slowly and thoughtfully, respecting Sarah’s independent nature.

    “He doesn’t try to fix me,” Sarah confided during one of our afternoon walks. “He just epts who I am.”

    “That’s what real love looks like,” I told her.

    “He has two daughters who lost their mother three years ago,” Sarah continued. “They’re wonderful girls, but they’re still healing from that loss.”

    “And you’re helping them heal?”

    “We’re helping each other heal,” Sarah smiled. “His daughters are teaching me about family bonds I never experienced. For the first time, I’m beginning to hope for a taste of what a real family feels like.”

    I squeezed her hand. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

    “After watching you and Florian, I finally believe that might be possible.”

    The healing practice had grown beyond my wildest dreams. Winter’s Remedy now operated as an inter-territorialwork with satellite locations in multiple pack regions.

    I split my time between hands-on healing work and training new healers. Teaching others had be deeply satisfying, allowing me to pass on both technical knowledge and the healing philosophy that had saved my own life.

    “Remember,” I told mytest group of apprentices, “we heal the pack by healing ourselves first. You cannot give what you do not possess.”

    “How do we heal ourselves, Luna Stormhowl?” one young healer asked earnestly.

    “By epting our wounds as part of our strength,” I replied. “Our scars show us what we’ve survived. They remind us that we’re capable of helping others survive too.”

    The apprentices nodded solemnly, understanding the profound truth in those words.

    (Florian’s POV)

    Five years after Nathan’s death, I stood on our territory den’s balcony watching the most beautiful scene imaginable. Aurora and Serena yed with their cousin Leo in the moonlit garden below, theirughter carrying up through the evening air.

    Aurora was teaching Serena to perform a proper forward roll while Leo provided patient instruction and endless encouragement. The eight-year-old had embraced his role as big cousin with characteristic seriousness.

    “Remember to tuck your chin,” Leo called out. “And keep your back rounded like a wheel.”

    “I’m trying!” Serena protested, her determination evident even from this distance.

    “You’re doing great!” Aurora cheered as her sister sessfullypleted the movement. “Now try it faster!”

    The scene represented everything I had ever desired. Family. Peace. The promise of a bright future filled with infinite possibilities.

    My daughters were healthy, happy, and growing stronger every day. Our pack was prosperous and stable. Audrey’s healing work brought hope to wolves across the territories.

    Life had exceeded every dream I’d dared to imagine during those dark years when I thought I’d lost everything.

    Soft footsteps approached behind me. I felt Audrey’s familiar warmth as she moved into my arms, settling against my chest withfortable ease.

    “They’re getting so big,” she murmured, watching our daughters y.

    “Too big,” I agreed. “Sometimes I wish I could freeze these moments forever.”

    “I have something to tell you,” Audrey said, and something in her tone made me look down at her face.

    She was smiling with mysterious joy, her emerald eyes sparkling with secret knowledge.

    “Dr. Moonhowl confirmed it this afternoon,” she continued softly.

    My breath caught as understanding dawned. “Audrey?”

    She took my hand and ced it over her still-t stomach. Even through her dress, I could feel the subtle changes that my enhanced Alpha senses had somehow missed.

    “Another one?” I whispered, hardly daring to believe this incredible gift.

    “Another one,” she confirmed with radiant happiness.

    My heart swelled with overwhelming joy. “Are you sure you’re ready for three pups under six years old?”

    “Are you?” she asked withughing eyes.

    I pulled her closer, holding her as if she were the most precious treasure in existence. “Audrey, I never thought I could be so lucky.”

    Below us, Aurora’s delighted shriek mixed with Serena’s giggles as Leo demonstrated an borate tumbling sequence. The sound of children’sughter had be the most beautiful music in my world.

    “What if it’s twins again?” Audrey asked with mock concern.

    “Then we’ll have our handspletely full,” I replied, though the prospect only filled me with excitement.

    “And you’re prepared for that chaos?”

    “I’m prepared for anything as long as you’re with me.”

    Theughter of my daughters drifted up from the garden, mixing with Audrey’s soft chuckle against my chest. In that perfect moment, surrounded by the sounds of family and love, I felt like the happiest Alpha in the entire world.

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