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Epilogue
Over time, Enid gradually regains her strength ; her fractured ribs become a thing of the past.
She has returned to the center. Now, she double-checks before accepting anyone.
Wednesday has finished writing her new novel and will soon be able to submit it to her editor.
Their bond has returned to what it once was.
Enid is cleaning the cages, her headphones on. The product she uses blocks her sense of smell, but she has no choice—a stray wolf can be disturbed by another’s scent in its space.
She doesn’t hear the newcomer. He doesn’t move, waiting patiently for Enid to turn around.
She startles when she realizes she’s not alone, her claws already out.
“You scared me,” she says.
“Sorry.”
Enid puts everything away.
“Where were you ?”
“I tried to manage on my own. I didn’t belong here anymore.”
“You’re wrong, Silas. You do belong here,” Enid says. “I’m just still angry at you for what you did.”
Silas lowers his gaze.
“I don’t even deserve your help, Enid.”
Enid steps closer to him.
“I’m not ready to forgive you yet, but you need help. I know what you’re going through.”
Silas thanks her. Enid tells him he can take back his old room and stay as long as he needs.
***
Then Enid gathers her things and leaves the center to return to her partner. But when she steps outside, she notices it’s snowing, and the ground is already covered in a white blanket.
Enid takes a few steps and smiles when she hears the snow crunch beneath her feet. She stands in front of her house but doesn’t go inside right away. No—she wants to enjoy this magical moment. She tilts her head toward the sky and feels the snowflakes fall against her face. She smiles.
Wednesday has just finished her chapter. She places the final page in her box, then leaves her office. She heads to the kitchen to make herself a coffee when she notices, through the window, Enid standing in the middle of the garden, under the snow. She watches her for a moment while sipping her coffee, before going out to join her.
Enid turns toward Wednesday, who has come to stand beside her. She smiles, amused. Wednesday raises an eyebrow. Enid steps in front of her and wraps her arms around her waist, pressing close.
“You’re beautiful, my love, with all those snowflakes in your hair.”
Wednesday takes Enid’s face in her hands and gently strokes her cheeks, wiping away the melted snow.
“I love you,” Enid says, looking straight into her eyes.
In response, Wednesday leans in and presses a kiss to Enid’s lips, then another, deeper one.
They curl into each other’s arms.
“That’s all I need,” Enid whispers. “You.”
Wednesday pulls back slightly and locks her gaze with hers.
“I am yours, Enid.”
Then Enid nestles back into her arms, where she feels safe, at peace.
The End