For The Soul Of An Outlaw (Outlaw Shifters, #4)

by T.S. Joyce

And he didn’t know what this said about him, but that sad look on her face made him pretty damn determined to be that first. Something deep inside of him said that even if she was built a little different, she was fine just the way she was.

who taught me about being a person always told me if I think something nice about someone, I should say it out loud because it could make their day. And that’s real power, being able to make someone’s day.”

He pressed his hand harder over her heart. “This is important. You are important.” It was the single best combination of words in the whole world. You. Are. Important.

Now, she didn’t know much about love, only what she felt in her heart, but she was pretty sure smiles like the one Kurt wore meant she was doing something right. She was pretty sure this was how it was supposed to work. They both made efforts to make each other happy and make sure they were okay. Like a team.

Now I feel like a goddess because of the way he looks at me. There is no way for a woman to feel anything less than beautiful when her man so obviously adores the way she looks.”

When she turned to hug Kurt, he rested his forehead against hers and remembered the words she’d uttered just before she was going to end everything. “Ten, I love you, too. And I have another wish.” “Okay,” she murmured. Kurt whispered so softly against her ear, “I wish for you to finally have a last name, and I wish for it to be mine.” He could see the chills lift on her arms, and she held onto him so tight, her tears staining his chest. “Are you okay?” he murmured. God let her be okay. “I don’t know how you do that,” she said. “Do what?” “Take me from my saddest moment to my happiest moment with just a few words. I like you,” she croaked out cutely. “And you make me like me too. And I want a last name. I want yours.”

Colt pretended to gag. “I wish for that trashcan punch. I’m traumatized.” He stood and helped Karis up, draped his arm over his mate’s shoulder, and led her toward the fire. “I’m the Warmaker, and who is making wars? Not me! It’s Ten who’s stirring up all the shit. Little outlaw squirrel…”

She had become her most favorite self. It hadn’t been easy, but change never was. The hard parts were all worth it though, because look at this life she’d stumbled into. Sometimes it was chaos, rocky roads, hard work, and uncertainty. But it was also this great adventure with the people she trusted most in the world. It was beautiful and bright, and her future was filled with hope and belonging. She wasn’t alone anymore, and from this day forward, she never would be again.