XXIV: Epilogue

-Elijah-

I get out of my SUV and walk into Arkyn’s building where he’s waiting for me. There have been some big developments regarding the recent spate of hunter attacks. Some of the packs under him have been obliterated, while my father nearly missed being assassinated.

To say we need that school for our kids is putting it lightly. Carpe Fatum might just save our bloodlines.

“Good to see you again, brother,” Arkyn greets me with a handshake and a hug before we sit down. He breathes out a long sigh, then pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“Your mother has been a lot of help throughout all of this, but it seems the hunters have developed new toys after nearly going extinct,” he says, then slides something across the table towards me.

It looks like a playing dart; definitely made out of silver and smells like baobab pulp. When I pick it up, it immediately sears the tips of my fingers nearly to the bone. “What the fuck!”

“What the fuck indeed,” he says, picking up