What Lurks in His Eyes

Epilogue

Song: Daylight by Foxworth Hall

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The sunshine's rays soaked my skin and hair, and I throw my head back and gently laugh when my little boy, Donovan, who is now five years old, tickles my cheek with a vibrant yellow dandelion.

"Look what I found for you, mommy." He says, his golden eyes that are identical to Draven's bore into my own. They hold so much joy and his tuft of black hair on his head is messy from outdoor play.

Donovan looks nearly exactly like his father. It stuns me how he looks so much like him. He's a mini Draven and I adore him.

His twin brother, Killian, however, looked like a mix between Draven and I. Killian has dark hair that's not quite black. It's a very dark shade of brown and his eyes are golden, just like Draven's. He's just as precious as his older twin.

Both boys are rambunctious, and it turns out....one of them got the death gene.

Donovan has inherited it from his father, we got a letter from the Hades council about his identity. When Donovan turns eighteen, he has to be taken by Draven to the Hades council to get officially registered as a reaper.

When Donovan turns twenty, he will be officially assigned to serve as a reaper. He had been assigned the months January through March.

It saddens me that I won't see him at all for three months out of the year, but it's just a part of life that I have no control of.

And finally, my little girl, Kiera, who is three years old, came out as a surprise. Her eyes are as green as the grass in the springtime, and her hair is a dark shade of brown, almost black. No werewolf bears an eye color that green, so that could only mean one thing.

I passed the Kuleous gene onto her, since my real father was a Kuleous. Her control of water recently confirmed my suspicions, and I can't wait till Draven gets back so I can deliver the news to him.

Draven is currently out serving his time as a reaper as of now. He's three months in, which means his shift is almost complete for the year, and he should be home any day now.

Donovan and Killian love Kiera, and in the future, I know they will be the protective older brothers Draven would want them to be.

"Mommy, when is daddy going to be home?" Killian asks, tugging on the sleeve of my shirt.

I cup Killian's little face and look into his beautiful golden eyes. "Any day now, little man. I miss him too." I cuddle him into my chest and Donovan comes running up to me.

"Look!" He exclaims, "Dirt!" His hands are cupped together and are full of dirt. "And, see that wiggly thing? That's a worm." He adds.

I laugh and Kiera raises an eyebrow and pokes the wiggly worm. She claps her hands together and laughs when she pokes it again.

"You're g-going to hurt him!" Donovan exclaims, cupping one hand over the worm in order to keep it safe.

"I-I isn't!" She exclaims, trying her best to pronunciation her words correctly.

"Was!" Donovan argues back.

"Isn't!" Kiera says, stomping a tiny foot.

"Was!" Killian joins in the bickering.

"Okay you three. Quiet down now. Donovan, go release the worm back into his habitat, you care about animals being free, remember?" I ask him.

Donovan nods. "Oh yes! Especially tigers. I love tigers. And wolves, too. They need freedom and land." He says, his cute childish voice full of passion.