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“I love you, Father,” Nyx whispered, taking refuge in the safety of that embrace.

Silas would never let them drift away; no matter that both lived with their mates, they would always come home.

“I love you both too, my little ones.”

“Yes, Dad, I’ll come for breakfast every day!” Silas felt Lyra’s exuberant hug from behind.

“That’s a promise,” he answered, smiling wider than ever, almost dazzling everyone present.

Many had never seen him laugh, and maybe that was for the best, because he looked dangerously, overwhelmingly handsome.

Silas squeezed them a little tighter, feeling so blissful.

Then his eyes met, at close range, the gray ones that had given him back his will to live.

Sigrid was barely holding it together, seeing her treasures wrapped up in that hug.

She walked slowly with Drakkar, and beside her, the Centuria Queen Raven was also holding back tears as she escorted her son Aidan.

“It’s time,” Silas told them, and finally let them go.

Patting her rosy chee