Fenrir walked out of the portal with Astrea in his arms, Joran following them into his penthouse, not surprised to find everyone already there. Years had passed, but no one had acquired manners.
“Finally!” Kara ran towards them, eyes on Astrea. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Then, she awarded the Serpent with a withering glare, which he ignored. He did not question how and why they were here. Nothing mattered anymore.
“I’ll live,” Astrea replied as a smile curled onto her lips. It was nice to know her new friends were worried about her. Warg and Bash exchanged glances with her and Fenrir, not saying much as usual, but she noticed relief on their faces, which warmed her chest. When she said goodbye to them last time, she wasn’t sure they’d ever see each other again. However, reuniting with
