Seven months.
That was how much time had passed since the chaos that once was in Alexei.
For seven months, the people of Alexei learned to live normal lives, or whatever it was that they had to waddle through. They had been shocked by the outcome of things and most importantly by the fact that Zymere Bonachi had surrendered.
It was something none of them had expected, and so expectedly, they were still in shock.
Initially, they had thought that Camille would save her brother, especially given they were moonchildren and all, but the hybrid did nothing of the sort. If anything, she had committed herself to train the young girls on how to fight. A task so far from what she could have chosen.
