Chapter 58: The Apex's Dilemma
The cool night air of the upper district felt like a massive blessing after the suffocating, clockwork-heavy atmosphere of the Iron Estate's command room.
We walked in a loose formation, the rhythmic clack of our boots on the polished cobblestones providing the only soundtrack to our thoughts.
Rolf was a few paces ahead, practically humming to himself.
He was clearly still riding the high of his successful date with the Registry receptionist.
"I am telling you guys, I have finally found her," Rolf said, glancing back with a wide, toothy grin.
"She does not care that I am a werewolf. She just thinks I am a great listener who happens to have a lot of fur. I am going to hit the kitchen for a massive snack, and then I am out like a light. Goodnight, everyone!"
He did not wait for a response, bolting through the gates of the Obsidian Bungalow the moment we reached them.
