IX.5

ROGER WILLIS

Yannick was clad with the very same black suit and tie that he was wearing the very first time that he lured me towards the woods. This time, he tied his long hair giving us a full frame of his pale face. It was relatively dim, however, he still looked pretty washed out as if he has anemia.

“I-I thought you were long gone.” Ysabella inquired looking much rather astounded to see his older brother. Judging from Ysa’s wide-eyed expression, it seemed that she has absolutely zero idea about his brother coming home.

“I told you Ysa, he’s back and he’s here to recruit his own pack.” I trailed reminding Ysa what I just asked her several weeks ago.

“Pack? What the hell is going on here?” Ysa asked further shifting her sight from Yannick towards me. She’s a smart girl but it appeared to me that she’s having a hard time connecting the dots here.

“Did Idris told you all of that?” Yannick took one step forward. His scent became stronger this time; it’s lingering like a horrible perfum