After so long, it felt… weird.
Zack was finally back in his home, the mansion that was meant to be his.
But he hadn't earned it easily. While he might have killed his uncle, the rest of the family was still a threat.
Zack wasn't sure if he could face them—one by one, or all together—but it seemed he didn't have to worry about that.
"You look nervous," Grace pointed out as she threw a glance at him.
He smiled politely, "No, I am fine," he replied.
Both of them were waiting for somebody, so they sat on the sofa, and Zack, taking the chance, started thinking about the past few days.
The fight against his uncle's family had been easier once Grace joined in. But she wasn't the only one—Roran and Lily had helped as well.
They had quickly managed to get rid of the leftover family, making Zack the head of the White Fang Clan.
It had all happened so fast, in just a day or two, that Zack was still struggling to process the fact that he didn't need to worry about them anymore.
