Epilogue Eight Months After ThatT
here was a meek knock on the ornate wooden door, but it pounded in his ears. Who dared disturb him without an invitation? He rose, pulled a velvet robe over his sleek body, and sat in one of his ridged armchairs. “Yes,” he said, giving the person on the other side permission to enter but not necessarily permission to leave.
“My Lord,” said a loyal werewolf slave named Jameson as he opened the door tentatively. Werewolves generally didn’t enter his place of rest, unless it was to clean his fireplace or make his bed.
“My Lord, she is back…”
“Who?” He could almost feel his dead heart beating in his chest once more
“The one you instructed us to watch for,” Jameson confirmed that it was what he desired.
“Are you sure?” he asked, rising to stand threatenin
