Wolf Flight

Epilogue

Missy watched happily as her new brother-in-law hung up the phone and turned to give his wife a tender kiss. Now that was a neat sensation, to be able to think about a brother-in-law without getting nauseous at the same time.

“Whistler pack leadership has finally been reorganized by the council. They’re trying to avoid getting human authorities involved to deal with the illegal items Missy had documented,” Keil said. He wrapped his arm around Robyn, pulling her into his side. “You using a gun during a challenge has been forgiven in light of Doug’s double-cross. Plus the fact you turned down the position of Alpha for Whistler means there’s some archaic law in the code that gives you clemency.”

Missy tucked herself in tighter to Tad where they sat on the loveseat. She exchanged contented smiles with Robyn.

“I wasn’t going to let the bastard kill me because I couldn’t shift yet,” Tad pointed out. “I’m glad you were paying attention, Robyn, or I’d have been down there without a backup weapon. I felt like a fool waving my arms around signing like an idiot. And while the whole Omega thing is really cool, I need more practice before relying on it to save anyone’s life.”

“So, are you two official now?” TJ asked.

“Official what?” Tad asked, brushing a kiss against Missy’s cheek. She breathed in his scent happily, comfort and satisfaction pooling around her.

She felt little queasy, but that was to be expected.

TJ paced the room, his long legs constantly on the verge of tripping. “Omegas for the Granite Lake pack. I know you’re mates because, duh, I can smell that one a mile away. There’s also this other weird scent that I think means—”

“TJ, I need you to go and get my bag out of the car,” Missy ordered, flicking a glance at Tad to see if he’d caught that slip. How could TJ have known?

The young man sighed as he paced toward the door. “Fine. I’ll go. But I’ll have you know it’s not my fault I have a superior sense of smell. I think it’s pretty rotten you’re not letting me be around when you make the announce—”

“Go!” Missy rubbed her forehead. Okay, one of her new relatives still made her head spin.

“You are going to accept the position, aren’t you, Tad?” Keil asked. “It’s for both you and Missy. As well as being our Omegas, you can operate your pilot service out of Haines Junction or we can increase the bookings for Maximum Exposure and keep the family business roaring here in Alaska.”

Missy enjoyed the sensations washing over her as Tad twirled one of her curls in his fingers, tugging her close to kiss her again.

“Well, I suppose it depends on where Missy wants to have the baby,” Tad said as he squeezed his arm around her tighter.

She should have known she couldn’t keep it a secret for long. “You knew! I was trying to hide the scent.” She twisted around to face him, delight filling her.

Tad laughed. “It seems becoming mates with you has fixed my sense of smell. Plus, I’m an Omega. I know what’s happening, even this quickly, and I want to tell you I’m pleased as punch.”

Across the room Keil snorted. “You’re proud you’ve got super sperm. What did you do, knock her up the first day?”

Missy bit her lip and scrunched up her face to stop her enthusiastic nod. She caught Robyn’s eye and winked. Robyn’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“Of course, I think it would be great for the cousins to be raised close together, so living here in Haines might be the best,” Tad continued, staring at the ceiling as he rubbed at his chin.

A loud thunk rose from the corner of the room as Keil fell off the arm of the couch, his mouth gaping open. Robyn grinned at him, laid one arm on top of the other and rocked them back and forth.

“Shit,” Keil exclaimed. “Really? A baby? But I never smelt, I never…oh hell yeah.”

Tad’s hand slipped over Missy’s waist as he leaned closer to kiss her neck. Here was everything that she’d ever hoped for, longed for. A dream so long in the making had come true. She didn’t have to run away anymore, didn’t have to try to escape anything more dangerous than TJ.

She was home.