His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Epilogue

Azalea POV

One Month Later

We salvaged whatever we could. The thought of rebuilding led to the inevitable truth, a place that had become but a distant memory would now be our home, where we would rebuild our lives and our kingdom. Days we spent sifting through what was left of the castle. I felt a little guilty that I had destroyed the place but as Kyson told me, home is with our people not in a physical place.

However, sifting through the wreckage that we once called home, we managed to save a few precious things. Though how they survived was beyond me.

A few of Kyson’s treasured books and Clarice‘s favorite egg flip survived too. Oh and let’s not forget that dreaded apron Liam loved, the one that smelt as bad as it looked.

And of all the things to survive, I kinda hoped that wasn‘t one of them. But sure enough, it did, and his face lit up like a kid on Christmas when he showed me. I had a funny feeling his idea of a fabulous Christmas present involved blood and gore. And maybe more aprons.

Along with the knick knacks was my father‘s sword, the other was a jewelry box my mother gave me when I was a baby. However, with finding that precious jewelry box we learned it wasn‘t just a jewelry box, and the silver ballerina that twirled on top was in fact a key that unlocked a false bottom, hiding the real gift. Inside, what perceived as just an oversized pendant, was in fact the Azure Talisman which resembled an oversized Moon stone. Only when held up to light could you see the Azure crest of vines within its crystalline depths.

I learned from Cedric that it was a broken piece of the sword and was used to create Lycan Bloodlines. The stone represented my mothers‘ gifts and the sword my father‘s. Brought together they represented a sort of yin and yang, a constant balance, and created infinite power, yet in separate hands they kept peace. One never over taking the other, truth in the face of deceit and manipulation, love in the place of hate and war.

Cedric told me my father searched for the Talisman but it was rumored as myth and legend. Yet my father believed that it was with my mother and he was right. And all along it sat in a jewelry box right beneath his nose.

It showed how far my father‘s greed went, that he would give her an ultimatum. That she would either hand it over or he would force her to marry him, believing he could gain the advantage of her power through my birth. It also showed how much she was willing to sacrifice to ensure it did not fall into his hands she instead sacrificed herself just to keep the peace. But the most precious thing salvaged of all, was our lives and the lives of those we thought lost to us forever.

mother the entire time, nothing beat the look on her face when Damian came through for her. He was determined to either bring their daughter home or get vengeance for her, though he kind of took care of both. Alpha Brock didn‘t want to hand her back or give up her

up at the huge iron gates of what was once the Landeena Kingdom, t knew we were finally home. A fresh start. But the first thing to go would be the Landeena crest, it would be replaced with the Valkyrie one. Home for so long was some made up sentiment, embedded in us

us. Home was with those we loved. So I knew we would eventually find

excited to

stomach, a growing bump that holds our future. “What’s wrong?” Kyson asks as his hands

tell him as I watch the Landeena guards

where is that

with you, us” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder at him. He brushes

against mine briefly before the cars start pulling into the circular pebble driveway. This place reminded me of Marrissa. I had hardly any memories of this place, but for some reason

my mother, the only woman! remember as my mother, was villainized for her betrayal yet she was betrayed by everyone, including her mate. She raised me,

villain but to me, she would always be my mother. Always be the reason I was standing here and righting the wrongs of my father, righting the

no longer share their name, I not them. I would do better and restore the Royal names, yet I would never take theirs again. Those names instilled fear, ruined honor and forged a path of destruction. Praised for the wrong reasons, loyalty given to them blindly not earned. Those two names were blessed

place we shall now call home Abbie moves toward me, bumping her shoulder against mine.

unravels his arms from around my waist and takes my hand, leading me toward the huge stone staircase. Everyone bustled around to get the place ready, as what was left of our people moved in. Reaching the top Cedric is waiting by the door with Trey, the blessed sword that belonged to my father in his hand. I couldn‘t imagine what it must

mine in his only for him to turn me around to face the courtyard, to see the hundreds of faces of what‘s left of mine and Kyson‘s people, what‘s left of the

Valkyrie, Emperor of Lycania and the Emperor of Valkyrie and Azalea Ivy Rose Valkyrie, Empress of Lycania, and the Empress of Valkyrie, the true heir and Empress of the Kingdoms. I bleed for Valkyrie, I fight for Valkyrie, I die for Valkyrie. We are Valkyrie and our Empress and Emperor have risen. And so has the Valkyrie Guard. We pledge to serve and protect.” They bow their

shall rise, we shall rise with it. And if this Kingdom

new place as home. I turned to Cedric and retrieved my sword, my finger’s wrapping around the hilt, the talisman was cool beneath my palm and

warm

and forever more, Azalea Ivy-Rose Valkyrie, Empress of the Lycania and this is now our Kingdom, And my people are more than