EPILOGUE
“Oh, to the beat of the rhythm of the night, Dance until the morning light,” Tacon sang as he wiggled and danced around, while chopping onions needed for his sauce.
“Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind.”
Gods, his life was amazing. The past month in his new life with his wonderful mate had been such a whirlwind. He no longer worked at Twixie’s, but instead he was now the official cook to the king’s guards. That had come about on the first night Tacon had to go back to work at Twixie’s. He had been washing dishes, when Clove came rushing in with Dolly at his side.
“Oh, thank the Gods! We found him,” Clove gasped.
Tacon was confused at first, but then fear for his mate took over. “What is it? What’s wrong?
Did something happen to Wolf?
