EpiloguePart I: Evangeline
“Sweet child, can we talk for one moment before you jet home?” asked Illia as soon as he let us into his office. He was sitting on his chair, looking over a few papers scattered on his desk. He put down the one he was holding as Tate and I move to sit on the two available seats in front of Illia.
Tate and I were heading back to Alcatrozz in a few because we’ve technically finished our business here and we can’t stay longer. Not without risking the pack’s safety any more to attacks. While they could handle themselves, it was not a guarantee that other groups would stay away nor would win in every fight.
Illia’s deep auburn hair were pushed back today and his dark brown eyes contained none of the mirth he usually had before the fight. “As we have all been pulled
