Priscilla’s POV
Two months later…
The reserve had been established. Wyatt signed off on the very last piece of paperwork he was sure to complain to me about. As great as Venice was, I was ready to go back home. Eva had stepped down from her position as High Chancellor.
After ten centuries of living in Venice, Italy, growing an empire, the Romano family was no longer welcome. The people had spoken. It was a generous sentence. They could have voted for execution, but instead settled on banishment.
Wyatt’s pack remained on good terms, the Venetians appreciated his assistance in protecting their people against werewolves and a vengeful goddess, earning him a seat at the table. The alpha wolf didn’t want to stay, making his intentions clear.
He was only there to secure land, offer a place for his pack to revisit their ancestors. A sanctuary. A place of remembrance.