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Sean wiped the tears from her eyes and then reached into his shirt pocket. He pulled out something shiny and round. Taking her left hand, he slid the ring on it. “You’re already my mate. Now be my wife.”

“Yes,” she agreed while she held her hand up, admiring the way the ring sparkled in the light.

“I’ll get the license tomorrow and have the hospital chaplain marry us.” There was a hint of challenge in his tone.

“Yes.” No more waiting or delays. She wasn’t taking any chances. No one knew what the future held and as she’d told Sean, she intended to grab hold of happiness with both hands and not let go. Being with Sean made her happy. He completed her soul. “Tomorrow.”

They sealed their agreement with a kiss.

The End...Almost

Because I know you’ll want to know...

Sean and Von did marry the next day with whatever family could be in attendance on such short notice. The bride wore her granny nightgown. The groom wore fatigues and a t-shirt.

Sean did re-enlist and join one of the specialty Lycan units. He and Von were stationed at a secret military base in a wooded, mountainous area where the Lycans could change, hunt, and roam during the full moon without notice. Von’s medical training was expanded, courtesy of the US government and she became a valued member of Sean’s unit’s medical team.

Derrick’s mother’s body was found exactly where Derrick Junior said it would be. Derrick’s deposition and information went a long way to clearing Marketta of any charges.

Derrick Senior’s condition improved, upgrading from critical to stable before mysteriously taking a turn for the worst. He later died from “complications.” Foul play was suspected but never proven.

Derrick Junior disappeared, never to be heard from again. It’s speculated that he changed his name and left the country after his father died. Without their two strongest leaders, the church fell apart and disbanded.