Rory
Epilogue - five months later
“Sign it. Now” Shawn growled. The human shuddered at the authority and bite in his tone. His pressed and tailored suit was starting to crease with the way he trembled under my mates gaze. I sat in the chair next to him with one hand resting on my swollen belly, caressing the curve of it.
There were eleven of us paranormal members sitting on one side at the long wooden oak table. On the other were several humans who seemed very contrite and held a mixture of fear, and anger. Anger at the loss of power and protection the dark witches supplied, and fear at the potential they may meet the same fate or worse. James, Jeremy, and Carter and Sybil sat on one side of us while Sebastian, Seraphina, Dominic, Iliad, and Mercutio sat on the opposite. Each one of us
