-EPILOGUE-

"They've been doing fine, although I am quite concerned about that boy."

Three cloaked figures stood in a pitch-black room, only illuminated by a mere candle. The taper cast frightening shadows over their faces, barely hidden by the hoods of their cloaks. One stood before the other two, his cloak tight and making his strength known. His eyes showed no shame, and he swelled with pride. As he was very young, the other two figures towered over him.

"Can you deal with him?"
"…"

This time, the boy put his head down and closed his eyes solemnly. This arouse suspicion in the other cloaked figure, the one who hadn't spoken. The figure's body frame was slender, outlining the smooth curves of her body. Eyebrow twitching, she opened her mouth but was hushed by her superior.

"Fine. Leave it be then, but make sure you don't get too attached."

The tone that the man used was not angry nor delighted, more or less like he was concerned. Sighing, he turned around to look through the darkness.

"Thank you, … I take my leave."

Bowing, the youngest boy turned to face the door, opening it slowly and letting the moonlight enter the small shack for a moment. He stopped in the doorway, and turned around. His senior still had not moved, so he stepped out into the cold night air and closed the door behind him. A moment later, the woman spoke in an angered tone.

"I told you this pack was dangerous to him!"

Even though her voice was so shrill, the older man didn't flinch. The only thing he did was sigh and shake his head in disagreement.

"He's doing fine, …"

This only made the woman angrier. Slamming her gloved first on the table, she shouted. The candle flickered and threatened to go out, but survived.

"But he's attached to them! How can he possibly be fine!? He's even found himself a mate. I already have a mate, so you would have had nothing to worry about if you had sent me!"

Her breathing was fast-paced, and her eyes flared with rage. The reflection of the candle made it worse. Slamming his own fist on the table, the superior looked into the heart of the candle and spoke.

"Enough, …! This is …'s test, not yours. We can do nothing but wait for the time being."