~Epilogue~

~Two Years Later~

~Willow’s Point of View~

“It’s so dang hard to believe isn’t it,” Jeanette said, as we watched our mates and pups swimming in the lake.

We made a pact that every year, during our birth month we would come back to camp, if only for the day. You can do that kind of nonsense when you’re a royal with a helicopter at your disposal. Of course there were so many of us now the poor pilot had to make two trips. Maybe three depending on how many people wanted to come.

“It really is,” I said, shifting my son Dylan in my arms. He was only a month old and certainly not ready for swimming. But we’d get him there. Thankfully he slept through anything and everything, and if he woke … well a boob in his fac