Page 125 of Ice King

“Now that we know your intentions, I suggest you call off your hunters.”

My ex glared at Patrick. “And why would I do that?”

“Well, if you don’t, they will face a very painful ending.” He nodded to the others and within seconds, the ground rumbled beneath my feet.

At first, I didn’t understand what was happening until several jolts of electricity penetrated the night sky.

They were shifting.

While Patrick stood with Margaret while remaining human, the coach and Roxanne moving closer, the moment was something I’d remember for many years to come.

Yes, the transition could be described as horrific by some, but to me, in watching them share their wolves, the moment was pure magic.

The sound of howls wafted through the night air, so beautiful I could almost cry.

When the shift was completed, I was certain Hoffman was ready to pass out.

“Get out of my life, Hoffman. You can’t threaten me any longer. Or my family.” When his smug expression returned, I finally did something I should have done years before.

I cold cocked him.

EPILOGUE

Ford

“Hey, bartender, turn it up.”

I sat back on the stool, peering up at the television hanging over the bar.

Jake grumbled, but did as his customer asked, turning the volume on high.

When a man approached the podium in the massive ballroom, someone in the back of the bar shushed the crowd.

Suddenly, you could hear a pin drop.

“The Portland Hellions select Ford ‘The Wolfman’ Kendrick.”

Both the crowd in the hotel ballroom and the one inside the bar went wild, cheering and applauding. With a push on my arm and a look that said get my ass off the chair from Georgia, I grinned and stood, waving while everyone whistled.

“My hot alpha male,” Georgia teased.

“I better be your only hot male.”

“Depends on how good you are.” The fact she could joke and enjoy the moment was a testament to her resolve.

And her mean right hand. The woman could throw a punch. I’d very much enjoyed the sound of Hoffman’s nose breaking.

The moment was as bittersweet as it was surreal. I’d missed the night for a very good reason.

Saving the woman I loved, my mate and best friend. But damn it, I hadn’t been allowed to feast, although the meat was likely rancid.

Beck lifted his glass. “To the Hellions!”

Another cheer.

Another satisfying moment.

And one that wouldn’t have occurred without so many people watching my back.