Epilogue

**Fourteen years later**

The sun had long since set but the air was still thick with summer heat. The humidity had been building for days and now the low rumble of brontide echoed through the darkness. Despite the impending storm, the group of friends were still playing under the glow of the light coming from the giant packhouse. Nearly every window and door was open to let in fresh air in hopes of getting a cool breeze. Two males and two females pranced barefoot over the manicured grass as their laughter echoed and bounced against the fortress of trees that flanked the packhouse estate.

In just a few days, the four young wolves would be travelling to the training facility to finish their training as warriors. Their excitement was palpable and what spurred their excitable moods. While three would likely go on to become warriors, the fourth had had her destiny mapped out for her from the moment she was conceived.

The future Queen of the Hellhounds would become more than a warrior.

None of the juveniles noticed the male standing amongst the wall of trees but it wasn't their fault. He had suppressed his scent so he could watch from a distance without drawing attention to himself. Blue and gold eyes tracked every movement of one particular young wolf, absorbing every smile that lit up her face and the way her chest heaved in the cami she wore. The heat of summer had meant wolves were wearing as little as possible in their human forms. While nudity wasn’t something that werewolves had an issue with, he hated the idea of her wearing so little clothing around impressionable males like she was now but it wasn't like he could say anything.

Well. Not yet.

"I knew I'd find you here." A voice from behind him broke his thoughts.

Looking over his shoulder, Amos watched as his twin brother stepped through the brush to join him in his hiding spot. Atlas was an exact copy of him but where Amos didn't do much talking, Atlas was confident and bold. Aside from having different hairstyles, there was very little else that stood them apart.

"How is our queen?" Atlas asked as his own keen eyes caught the flash of fire-orange hair and sun-kissed skin.

"Excited to be going to camp," Amos replied, shifting his weight so he could lean against a tree. "and clearly oblivious to the reaction her choice of clothing is getting."

"Easy, brother." the older twin chuckled. "She's not yet turned eighteen. Her wolf is not mature enough to recognise her mates."

Neither male understood it but they had known from a young age that the future queen of hellhounds was their mate. They could only guess that it might be because of the fact they were hybrids or it could be because of some other reason. Being the first of their kind meant they were on their own figuring out what it meant to be a hybrid. What they did know was that they would do anything to protect their mate and had been waiting until she was old enough to recognise them as her fated ones.

Being away from the pack for so long had been tough but in the end it had been the difference between life and death. As dramatic as it sounded, the twins were well aware of what would happen to them if they didn't follow the training their uncle set out for them. Several of their half-siblings had perished at the hands of the council already for letting their darkness consume them. It didn't help that the same darkness that had been their siblings' demise was also like a constant addiction begging to be fed. It was no wonder their training had taken so long.

But now they were home. They had a lot of time to make up for with their parents, brothers and sister which they had been doing. They also happened to be joining the ranks of trainers who worked at the same facility that their little mate was going to be attending. They had opted to keep their return to the pack lowkey. They weren’t fond of attention and it was going to take a little time to adapt back into pack life. Becoming warrior trainers was just the first step in gaining the trust of their Alpha, Daniel Wolfe. Their adoptive father might be the beta of the hellhounds but everyone had to earn the trust and respect of the Alpha.

Amos didn’t mind the prospect of training a bunch of juveniles. It would be like a holiday for them compared to what they had faced with their own training. Fourteen years of learning to master their demon abilities and control their darknesses had been no cake walk.

"Carmina!" Luna Eva stepped out of the packhouse, her auburn hair falling around her bright face. "It's time for dinner!"

"That's our cue to go as well." Atlas sighed. "We will see our little vixen in a few days at the training facility but right now, if we don't head home mamma is going to string us up by our ears."

"Alright." Amos sighed as well.

Casting one more look towards their mate, he followed Atlas into the darkness, counting the days in his head to when they would see their mate, the Queen of Hellhounds, again.

*The End*

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A/N: Thank you again to everyone who has given this book a chance and read it to the end. I will be releasing Carmina’s story and Lucas’ story (Lucas is Carmina’s younger brother) in due course. They won’t be in time order but it’s safe to say that the Hellhound Pack lives on!

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Hellhound
I’ll Be Seeing You
Claiming Camille

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