Authors Notes: Final chapter, now this will be soppy. Thank you all so much for reading, reviewing and making me feel great about what I have written, its nice to know I have fans. Hehe.

Not Without A Fight

Epilogue, In Maddys POV

Shan looks so happy. Everything about her just radiates happiness. The past few months have been hectic. Especially after moving in with Rhydian. I'd been so nervous about it. But now I've been living with him in the flat, for four months and two weeks. I now know there was nothing for me to be nervous about. Shan helped me with it though. We'd go out on special occasions to pick out a wedding dress and brides maid dresses too. I'm a brides maid. But I hate wearing dresses. Worse part about it, Rhydian keeps teasing me. I can't turn to anyone, if I told Shan she'd get upset, Toms busy with his girlfriend – yes he finally asked her out – and mam and dad are just hopeless in this situation. Shans throwing the bouquet now, I'm not going to even try and catch it. I'm not making myself look like an idiot, in a dress, at Shans wedding. Sapphire catches it. She looks over at Tom expectantly. God, they've been dating for only four months and already she wants to get married. Me and Rhydian on the other hand, have been dating for ten months. But I'm torn. I don't know if I want to get married. Maybe I'm scared of commitment. But surely that can't be the case if wolves and wolfbloods mate for life. As I watch Shan and Harry dance I feel, or smell Rhydian getting closer. "You know," he says, in a matter-of-factly tone, "Weddings are meant to be fun." He adds.

I look over at him with a glare, its fake of course, but holds meaning, "No, really?" I say in mock shock, rolling my eyes with a smile on my face. His laughter completely throws me, I'd half expected him to get upset about it and start getting ready to leave... again. It wouldn't be the first. But he laughs, I look up at him with real shock and confusion in my eyes. Why you laughing, Morris? I think to myself, eyeing him as he starts to calm down. "Whats so funny?" I ask.

"You. Its your best friends wedding, and your sat here looking miserable." He states. Actually, it makes me feel really guilty inside, I bite my lip looking away. But damn it, he notices. One of the downsides to having Rhydian as a boyfriend: He picks up on things, quickly. The other is that the K's, even though they hardly talk anymore – to each other – endlessly flirt with him. He sits down next to me after a moment or two passes, "Come on, whats wrong?" he asks, taking one of my hands. His hand is warm and completely covers mine. I take a deep breath.

"Truth is, I don't know." I tell him, looking at our hands, I hear him snicker beside me, my head snaps up and I look at him slightly pissed off that he laughed, but I hold back a smile.

"Get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning?" he teases, I roll my eyes, he nudges me slightly with his shoulder, I look up at him, "Tell you what, I'll give you a dance." He suggests, I can't help but laugh, I cover my mouth with my hand because its instinct, when I look back up I see him frowning... wait, he's not being serious is he?

"You? Dancing? Rhydian have you hit your head or something because I'm pretty sure I'm not dating Billy Elliott." I say, okay so the reference to Billy Elliott was maybe a little too far, but Rhydian dancing? The only reason he has ever danced in the past is because I or somebody else forced him to.

"No, I'm being serious." He states, I have to cover my face now, but as I look back up I see that beaming smile on his face... was this his plan? "And no, your not dating Billy Elliott." He adds, still smiling, "So, dance?" He says standing up in front of me.

"Was this your plan?" I ask, awkwardly standing up, a main reason I don't like dresses, especially not tight ones like this. He semi nods, and I roll my eyes, smiling at him as I take his hand, "Sly little Welshie." I tease, I know being called Welshie pisses him off so I quickly plant a kiss on his lips... just cause I can, and wearing heels gives me the advantage of being able to reach.

"Who you calling little? Smelly girl." he teases back, but in whisper format because his lips are close to my ear now, and we're swaying together with the music. Harry chose the music, and I must say, its not bad... course its not bad he's a flipping musician. Mr and Mrs Averwood have already gone back to sitting at that very long table with all their family. Rhydian twirls me, then brings me back close to his chest, and whispers, "You look really nice." I blush, thank heavens its dark in hear and very warm.

"So do you." I remark on his suit, tie, trousers and spiked hair.

"Lets go back to the flat. I want to see what else you've got on." He whispers in my ear. Cheeky Welshie. I playfully hit him. We can't go yet though, I want to see Shan and Harry before they go away for their two month honeymoon – yes its really that long.

I shake my head, whispering back, "No, I want to see Shan first." I break apart from his embrace and begin to walk... struggle to walk, towards Shan, she see's me and the smile she has had on all day becomes bigger, "Shan!" I shout over the blearing music, I'm literally yanked into a tight cuddle. I feel the love and happiness she feels. But I also feel my bones breaking slightly, "Shan, can't breath." I struggle to say, she lets go of me.

"Sorry, but I'm just so... so..." she explains, struggling to find a word to describe how she feels. I wish I had my camera with me at this very moment.

"Happy?" I suggest, she nods and smiles pulling me back into a hug. I take that as a yes. Then I'm caught in the middle of an Averwood huddle, as Harry hugs his wife and me... slightly squished, I manage to wriggle out of their hold and see Tom, he's happy too, especially now he as Sapphire, she's a nice girl, and I'm glad Tom has someone. "Tom!" I scream as he approaches me. I'd run up to him if it weren't for the darn heels and dress. He smiles leaving Sapphire and approaching me.

"Are you drunk?" he asks, I roll my eyes as I hug him. I've never really appreciated Tom that much when we was at school, afterall he was the only one I could trust when my parents lied to me, I found out Shan had a hidden camera in the den and Rhydian kept secrets from me.

Yeah, Toms a great friend. And after a long conversation with him and Shannon as she joins us, its time to leave. I see in the corner of my eye, Rhydian looking at his watch. Typical. I'm reluctant to leave me two best mates, but its late, and Rhydian hates walking back to the flat in the dark – and he won't drive. I bid them both farewell before running off to Rhydian. He smiles when he see's me, extending his arm ready for me to cling on, "Ready to go now?" he asks, I nod and he gently pulls me with him and leads us back to the flat.

I've hardly thought about what happened four months ago, with Lucas and Fred and the battle between our packs. Because everything since then has just washed away all thoughts of that devastating time. Except the scar on Rhydians chest where Fred had stabbed him. Seeing the mark haunts me slightly every time I see it.

But Rhydian tells me its nothing. I know its not. As we walk home together, arms linked, I steal a quick glance into the forest. I thought I saw him. Standing there, watching us with sickly pale yellow eyes, glaring. My heart stops. So do I. Just for a moment. But a moment long enough to make Rhydian worry. He steps in front of me, blocking where I'd seen him. "Mads?" His questioning voice pulls me out of the trance and I look down, "You alright?" he asks. I shouldn't be worried. I have Rhydian. And if not, I still have Jana and her pack... and my parents.

I look back up at him smiling whilst I nod. "Of course. Come on, I'm freezing." I say... what? It is still February... great month for Shan to pick her wedding.

But everything is fine. Everything is good. And being a wolfblood is just...

... amazing.

Authors Notes: So its done... last line was weird I know right? But its finished now. I don't think I'll be doing a sequel to this story... I don't know. So, as long as you lot, the readers, promise to at least read the other stories I plan to do, I will do them. But first you've got to give me a break to at least plan which story I shall do.