EPILOGUE
E ric was taken away to be examined, and it was not surprising that Deputy Lawson carried him there and stayed with him. Master DuCane arranged for a purification of the medical unit and the disposal of the witch’s remains. A thorough investigation took place analyzing how the witch had gained entrance and was not discovered until he presented himself in the medical ward.
Whatever spell the witch had utilized would be discovered and countered. The idea that such a monster had gotten to the heart of the Coven left everyone on edge and a little angry. He was a formidable dark one, but when faced with the purity of Dakota's native mysticism and support, he was rendered powerless. Master DuCane set his experts on the task of discovering the source and potency of Dakota's abilities and those of his people. It was time the Coven got acquainted with the local tribe.
Dakota accepted the position offered to him of Detective Sergeant serving under Sheriff Kass Keller. He still held him membership and some responsibilities to his home up north, but he would be concentrating on building a relationship between the others and the Isabella Indian Reservation.
“Are you ready? The induction ritual is purely ceremonial, but it solidifies your place in the Coven and is a really nice party you're going to love it." Terrance was dressed in his best and Dakota made sure to try and mirror his style but kept his boots rather than trying to squeeze his feet into those dress shoes. He gave them a good shine so they should suffice.
“You look so handsome my love.” Dakota walked up and after a loving kiss ran his hands down Terrance’s arms to then take hold of both his hands.
"I don't look even half as handsome as you. You make my blood burn every time you look at me. Everything about you, from that gorgeous long hair to your luscious round ass, begs me to take you now right here and to hell with the ceremonies." Dakota laughed and pulled Terrence down for another intense and probing kiss.
“I love you, Dakota." Terrance declared in a breathless pant.
"I love you, Terrance, my gorgeous nightwalker."