Tom came over and hugged Willow. “Welcome to the family, Willow. Clint tells me you don’t know who your kin is?”
She offered him a smile but shook her head. “That’s right. I grew up in foster care here in Montana.”
“Here in Montana, hmm?” He rubbed his face. “I’m thinking—ginger wolves are pretty rare. I know a pack that has a streak of ginger near Helena. If you’re interested, I could arrange a meeting. Maybe you could find some answers. Up to you, of course.”
Her green eyes widened. “Wow. Okay. Yes, I’d like that very much. Thank you, Tom.”
He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Anything for our new alpha female.” He winked.
I pulled Willow in tight against my side and kissed the top of her head. “You’re their new queen, angel. How does that feel?”
She turned and pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around my waist and lifting her face to meet my gaze. I saw happiness there, too. We’d been two lost souls that fate brought together. Made us whole in each other.
“It feels right.” She nodded her head like she was affirming something important. “Like this is where I belong.”
I brushed my lips across hers and held her as if I’d never let go. “That’s right, angel. It’s exactly where you belong.”