Epilogue: Part 2
I had enough materials for my last study, and I wanted to present them in a month at a conference. Jase knew about it and agreed to take care of the pack until I would come back. He didn’t get why I had to leave, but he understood it was important for his mate to go so that I didn’t need to leave him and the pack ever again.
And there was this thing, an email I had sent some time ago and was waiting for an answer.
The sandy wolf reached the cottage, and there was a man standing at the door the next moment.
I looked around and listened to the soft rustle of leaves singing the melody the light breeze taught them. I was trying to distinguish any sound disturbing that ode to Mother Nature, but there was nothing of the kind, so I pushed the door open and, leaving it ajar,
