by Mandy Rosko
Mike had the feeling that if they truly were the ghosts of Hadrian's servants, they could finally move on to the other side now that he was gone.
And. just like how the shadows disappeared in the moonlight, a crowd of people appeared from seemingly nowhere once the moon returned to its normal glow.
Mike looked through the familiar faces of the men who were supposed to come and help him, grinning at one in particular. "Hey, Jason, you’re late!"
His partner turned up to look at the sky, the men behind him looking amongst themselves in confusion. “What the Hell just happened?”
EPILOGUE
A few weeks later.
"The moon looks a lot brighter."
Mike studied the spotted circle from where he lay on his back. Annie lay next to him in the grass, her hands cradling her head. The position lifted her pink tee enough for him to appreciate the flat peach colored stomach it revealed.
He hadn’t been paying attention to the sky. At her remark he gazed up, the moon, visible in the daylight, just beyond the clouds, did have an ethereal shine to it. "I guess it does."
Her navel held a wider appeal to him though. He reached his hand out, fingers tickling around the little circle.
She kept staring at the sky. "What do you think they're doing right now?"
"Probably getting reacquainted with each other." His hand stalled as he felt Anne's embarrassment spill over her like warm water.
"That's not what I meant."
She shrugged, trying to hide the blush on her face. "Well, it's probably true anyway." She went back to looking at the moon, then reached over to play with one of the daggers from her grandfather’s collection. She’d basically taken ownership of them, and had started to show a real interest in learning how to use them after what happened with Hadrian and not being able to shift so she could defend herself the natural way.
Considering she already had a pretty hefty set of claws and the shadow castle was no longer a problem, Mike really hoped she wouldn’t start carrying any of them around concealed in every day life. Using them against evil wizards was one thing, carrying it around a Wall-Mart was probably not so great.
Mike’s girlfriend was badass enough without needing any weapons, thank you very much.
Anne eventually sighed. "I can't believe he waited for her for a thousand years."
Mike frowned, and he sat up to look down at her. "Why can't you believe it?"
"It just seems like a long time to me. He was the first werewolf. Did bonding even exist back then? He couldn't have done that while still human."
Mike nodded. "Or, the werewolf bonding stemmed from how he bonded with her to begin with, despite that fact."
Annie blinked. Then she blushed as she looked away from the ancient dagger in her hand, and back up at the moon. "I never thought of it like that."
Mike turned to lie on his side, resting his head on his fist. "Would you wait a thousand years for me?" He asked.
"We'll never have that problem," she replied, setting the dagger aside before closing her eyes, as though preparing for a nap in the sun.
Mike nodded. "You're right. I guess it would be too long for me to wait too."
She snapped her eyes open, and Mike had trouble containing his smirk.
Annie lifted herself to straddle his waist and look into his eyes, her hair falling down on either side of her head as determination radiated from her. "I would wait two thousand years for you."
He grinned. His hands slid along her waist and under her T-shirt.
Everyone who did not live on the ranch had gone home and, even though Westley and Chris were still working with the miniatures while Brock tended the barn with Bud, they had perfect privacy on their little spot just beyond the trees.
Her cheeks warmed under his sliding touch. He grinned. Finally.
"Good, because I would wait two thousand years for you, too."
THE END
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Mandy Rosko lives as a hermit with her evil cat and scared of everything dog, and she works in Ottawa, Ontario. Every once in a while she peels herself away from writing and Internet surfing to socialize with real people.
