On hearing the news about Noah's death, Eve's hold on the glass case loosened, and it dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces. The dried flowers touching the ground withered away with the impact.
Eve couldn't believe what Vincent just told her. There was no way Noah was dead. He couldn't be. She asked him,
"W—where is he now?"
"In the Council. His body is in the lab to see what happened," Vincent replied to her, and when Eve stumbled back, he quickly caught her in his arms.
Vincent knew how much Noah meant in Eve's life even though she didn't see the werewolf romantically, she cared for him as much as the man cared about her. The news had come like a shock wave and spread like a fire in a dried forest.
"Can we go… go and see him?" Eve asked Vincent, staring into his red eyes with her bright blue eyes.
