“Do not worry too much about it, sweet child,” said Illia suddenly, making my head snap at him in confusion. “We will take care of things. Meanwhile, you make sure that you take care of yourself and rest.” With that said, he nodded his head towards Tate in dismissal.
Tate bowed slightly before turning around and walking, heading to the direction of Illia’s house. How the hell am I supposed to not worry? I thought, as dozens of questions swirled in my mind on what could have happened. How could a wolf simply vanish into thin air like he had not existed in the first place?
As the leaves crunched beneath Tate’s feet and I felt we were moving farther and farther away from Illia, I glanced back and saw that he was, oddly, talking to Phink. I could not hear a word they said, something I was su
