Ryker was gone.
His artificial hybrids fell with him —except Regina who was clawing her way to redemption, even with her dark past.
The Luminari Coven Elders rallied the witches, heading back home to mourn Althea and also for mandatory re-strategising.
Luna Queen Janelle and Alpha King Thorian returned to Europe, both having undergone a shift in opinions regarding the war. They agreed to call a meeting with the other Alpha kings and hopefully... The high covens of each continent as well.
The Vein might've been sealed off, but the damage it left behind on the planet was clear.
Fractures in space-time. Spillages of its chaotic magic. Things the people of earth—whether witch, werewolf or human—had to put their differences aside once and for all to face.
And that was going to be the first step in my desire to bring actual change in the world. To build from the ashes.
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TWO WEEKS LATER.
Washington DC.
