Sloane's POV
After being an hour late, I finally met with Hester.
The Silverwing Pack grounds radiated tranquility, its members blissfully unaware that hours ago, a lethal virus had threatened their existence—or that Epoch's intervention had saved not just them, but all werekind.
Not that Epoch cared for recognition—he never did.
I quickly tricked Hester into taking the preventive medicine by telling her they were vitamins.
She didn't doubt me at all. To her, the only odd thing was that the air in the Silverwing Pack seemed slightly stale today.
She blamed it on the flood of sports cars that had come in, convinced it was just exhaust fumes.
I didn't tell her about the outbreak.
Because as long as Epoch was there, it didn't matter.
We spent some time shopping and eating at the mall
