Hello my dear readers and welcome to the last chapter of Following the Wolves! Thank you so much for everyone who read this story, reviewed, favourited and followed. You have no idea how much it means to me. Anyway enjoy!

Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I'll miss you until we meet again.

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"Ratonhnhaké ton! Hurry up; we are going to be late!" Genevieve yelled from the door. Today was Norris' and Myriam's wedding, held by Father Timothy of course. Connor walked down the stairs of the Homestead to meet Genevieve. She was wearing a light blue dress that fitted her frame and her hair was up in a loose bun. As for the Mohawk, he was wearing a dignified shirt and pants.

"You look beautiful." Connor kissed her head lightly, trying not to mess up her hair.

"Thank you." A blush spread across her cheekbones and she poked his chest with her index finger. "You don't look too bad yourself."

They walked to the church and sat down at their allocated seats. Their closest friends were invited to the celebration and surprisingly so was Alpha. The wolf took his place next to Hunter, who had become close with the dog and Prudence didn't seem to mind.

The wedding was short and sweet, just how the couple wanted it. Myriam looked gorgeous in her dress and her hair was lying among her shoulders for once, framing her face perfectly. Genevieve couldn't help thinking about her future with Connor, would he want to get married someday? Settle down? Have children? She shook the thoughts from her head and focused on the service. Little did she know, Connor was thinking the exact same thing.

The duo walked out of the church after giving their best wishes to the newly wedded couple. They wandered for a bit in comfortable silence, just enjoying the flora set around them.

"Genevieve?" She craned her head back at the Mohawk.

"Hmm?"

"What do you see in our future?" Genevieve paused.

"Well, I would love to be a wife and mother someday." She answered truthfully with a smile.

"I am unfamiliar with the customs; I do not know how the pioneers do this." Connor began. Genevieve tilted her head to the side in confusion. Connor took her small hands in his and squeezed them gently. Is he?

"Genevieve, would you do the honour of becoming my wife? I understand if you-," He was cut off by Genevieve throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace.

"Yes! I will." Connor wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back. Tears of joy slipped down her cheeks. They parted, still grinning madly at each other. "I love you."

"Konnorónhkwa." He kissed her plump lips, tasting the salt from her tears.

"Isn't this delightful." A deep voice echoed in their ears. Connor immediately recognised it and pushed Genevieve behind him, using his body as a shield.

"What are you doing here Jon?" Connor growled. Genevieve peeked out from his side, looking at Jon. He looked terrible, probably due to the fact that he was drunk. You could barely see his devilish eyes through his scraggy hair that hadn't been washed in days, not to mention his clothes carried a foul stench.

"Well, I was just visiting is all." He took a swig of the rum bottle rested in his left hand. Genevieve's eyes widened, seeing that in his other hand was a gun.

"Ratonhnhaké ton," She whispered. "He has a pistol." She gripped the fabric of his shirt. They both had no weapons since they were at a wedding earlier.

"What do you want?" Connor gritted through his teeth, slowly pushing Genevieve behind him even more.

"Here's how it's gonna work, you're gonna hand ova the pretty lady, and neither of you die. Simple."

"Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged mate." Jon pointed his pistol at Connor, preparing to pull the trigger. A swirl of black and white pounced at the gun wielder, pinning him to the ground. Alpha snarled at the drunk, showing him his sharp teeth. The wolf's claws dug into his shoulders and Jon let out a howl of pain.

Connor stomped over to the man and kneeled beside him next to Alpha. "I warned you." The Mohawk said in a low tone. Jon continued to struggle against the dog's hold, but he was helpless against the beast. The wolf looked to him, waiting for the command to slash the man's throat, ending his life. Connor thought about his decision, if he left Jon alive, he would only come back.

He would come back for Genevieve.

And Connor wasn't going to let that happen.

Connor stood up slowly and nodded at Alpha, before walking towards Genevieve. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, her head buried in his chest and his arms holding her close. "Don't look."

A growl was heard, and then silence. Genevieve's panting ceased, leaving only soft breaths. "Are you okay?" She asked, cradling his face in her hands. He nodded and looked over his shoulder to find Alpha dragging Jon's body into the forest. Connor continued to stand in front of her, blocking her view of the wolf. Once he was out of sight, Connor stepped back, giving Genevieve a choice to look around him.

Genevieve tucked some strands of hair behind her ear. "What a proposal." Genevieve giggled.

Connor exhaled and kissed her nose. "One to remember."

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And that my friends, is the end of Following the Wolves. I may upload one shots of Genevieve and Connor, if I get some suggestions. Anyway thank you all for sticking with this story! I loved the feedback you all gave me and you all are just amazing! I hope you enjoyed this story, and I know this was a short chapter, but I had to leave it there. It was too good of an ending to pass up. I'll see you all around in my other stories! Adios amigos! –Lildoll98