Epilogue - Quentin
Leviathan, the bar where I had rarely visited without prompt from Damien or Lucas, loomed in front of me. The outside was lined with a large dilapidated porch. The steps were uneven and creaked under the slightest of weights.
I despised coming here, but Lucas requested my assistance. He was annoyed with both Dominic and my recent matings. He had told me it took away too much of our time. Either way he had been locked up with Winter’s friend from the bar, Mazy. I didn’t know why he would complain.
I stepped inside the dim lighted bar. Behind the counter Moss stood tall, silent, and deadly. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his green eyes glowing under the slight light. He was one dangerous looking shifter that I would never want to get on the wrong side of. He’
