It doesn't burn him.
Of course it doesn't.
“You saved me.”
His golden eyes shine. Then my ridiculous, impossible, nearly dead mate looks at the giant flaming bird standing over him and manages to give me that crooked grin I love.
“Wow.”
His fingers slide carefully through my fiery feathers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Honey Girl.”
And that? That is so Rowan.
Not What are you?
Not What the fuck is wrong with you?
Not Freak.
Just beautiful.
My Phoenix cries out. The sound rolls across the mountain.
Because Matteo is alive. My mate is alive. And Ethan is dead.
For the first time in my entire life, I am not running from what I am.
I am Gabriella Santos.
Mother.
Mate.
Omega.
And Phoenix.
And God help anyone who ever comes for my family again.
Epilogue 1: Rowan
One Month Later
There are certain things I never thought I’d do in my life.
Join a fucking Pack again.
Let another Alpha tell me what to do.
Fall ass-over-teakettle in love with a woman who could literally set my ass on fire.
Become a father.
Make dinosaur-shaped pancakes at six-thirty in the fucking morning.
Yet here I am.