Epilogue

In a cool evening, at the Cosa Nostra pack headquarters, in Sicily.

“Mummy! Daddy! Calla found a gun!” A little boy ran into the living room, where Naledi and Caellum sat, sharing a bottle of wine.

Naledi nearly choked on her drink as she shared a tensed look with her mate and husband. “Where is she, Arzen?” She asked, dropped her glass and got on her feet with Caellum right behind her.

“She is playing meet-the-target with the bodyguards outside!” The little child reported, “I asked her to let me play too but she keeps hogging the gun!”

The shocked parents hastened their steps, while the little boy followed them with a tilt to his steps, thinking he was about to watch his little sister get scolded for her refusal to play with him.

With their hearts in their hands, the couple made their way out of the house and sure enough, saw their precious daughter standing in a circle of guards who raised their hands in surrender as she pointed a barrel of gun.