When I had returned to work the next day, I had been suspended for two months and my salary had been suspended for two more, because I had abandonned my colleagues against the wizard. Two people were dead, yet no one had asked questions about why the warlock had been looking for me personally. They had accepted my "cowardice" and had preferred to forget the whole story. Bob had been slightly wounded, but did not seem to resent me for it. Henri's disappearance did not seem to worry anyone either, and Gaspard had eventually overcome that ordeal.
Time went by. Arthur had spent a few weeks with his arm in a sling and Agate's return had not helped his recovery. My daughter had not changed. She remained the child full of energy she had always been. We missed Ul. At least we did until he reappeared one week after Agate's return, thinner because of his journey in the wilderness, but he was in good health.
Our life had gone back to normal. Had Alexandre Édouard died from his injuries? I doubted it. I had not stopped awaiting his return for weeks. Yet, he had not come back. I eventually relaxed and enjoyed my family's presence. We had survived the worse and it had brought us closer. No more secrets darkened our daily life and we finally could live in peace. And it was for the best.
At least, that was what I thought. Seated in an old rocking chair behind the house, I was watching Agate cheerfully gambol after butterflies in the tall grass, Ulysses hopping by her side. The bursts of laughter which reached my ears could only make me smile, and I was far from thinking that, not too long in the future, everything would happen again.
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Hunter
Paranormal1801, working for an agency fighting against supernatural Gustave is 24 when he discovers a baby born of a werewolf mother. As he cannot deliver the child to his colleagues who would kill him, he decides to adopt him. Seveteen years later, the disco...
