"How do we fix this?" Omar asked. Staring down at the bodies of everyone he knew and loved. They were gone from the world.
Nathaniel knew how to fix everything. How to stop the tragic tale that had transpired. He knew where everything went amiss and why it turned out the way it did. And exactly what needed to be done to fix everything.
He was the problem.
The days and night went by. Omar and Nate buried all the werewolves in the mansion. The burial taking more pieces of their souls as it forced them to say goodbye to the ones they loved.
A few days later~
Nathaniel stepped out into the garden. Eyes twinkling under the moonlight. His hands are in the pockets of the black tailor-made suit. One of the few clothes that he found comfortable to wear.
Regret oozed out of him.
He couldn't think of any words to say, to express the loneliness in his heart. The wish to see Noam and his son again was buried in the deepest corner of his heart.
