nobody knows how the story ends

Rhyme couldn’t help but wonder what Acere was thinking as his bright red gaze returned to his form. He respected Acere, he and Shaye had disagreed about the events on the battlefield that day. Rhyme didn’t see the benefit of stripping Acere of his rank, he had proved himself in the slate alpha’s mind. Shaye hadn’t seen it that way though. Tensions had been high, and to be honest Rhyme’s attention had been too split to make any kind of decision like that. ”Perhaps not. But I'm sure things will go back to normal once we're gone."

Rhyme managed a chuckle at the statement, even though the general mood was anything but jovial. ”Normal.” He started, his blue and lavender gaze lingering on the horizon as he tried to even define what normal was. ”My life is anything but.” He offered another amused scoff. ”I think I might prefer ‘quiet’ at this point.” He hated to think about how old he was getting, how much time had been wasted while he was a captive. Rhyme couldn’t delve too deep into those thoughts, they just depressed him. He clung to all the good that happened since gaining his freedom, it was better than slipping into the welcome arms of darkness.