Chapter 593. An Open Door

Beginning of Book 12

Misty

Some days I don’t think about the war. 

Some mornings I wake to sunshine and Cole’s arms around me while I cradle Adrian in my arms and don’t think about how the three of us came to be. I think of clean sheets that smell like lavender, not the smell of Richard’s bloody war room where I’d healed that cursed wolf. I sip coffee while watching my mate–my husband–the love of my life rush around the kitchen packing his bag for another long shift at the hospital instead of watching him don that black cloak. 

We have a house instead of shared spaces. Our home is safe and full of love instead of constant stress and the crushing weight that, at any moment, our safety will end. 

But some days I have to remind myself that we made it out. That we’re here, and whole, and together. 

Today is one of those days. 

Mom peeks into the massive library at the castle of Crescent Falls. Her wine-red hair is ti