(Author's POV)
Sara, after a long and tiring day spent at the pack hospital, aiding and managing the victims and comforting their parents and respective guardians, was now dressing up in her room for Myra's farewell dinner gathering.
She was simply looking refined and embodiment of graceful in an A line mauve hued knee length dress. Noah, who was for once adorned in casual clothes, wore an obsidian shaded cable knit sweater and dark grey linen loose pants. The pair looked both youthful as well as sophisticated, like they were barely twenty years old.
Noah saw her weariness and inquired, "How's the kid from the Clinton family now?"
He had received all the news and reports from his Gamma, Janet Quinton who was in charge of investigating this mishap thoroughly. She gave him detailed information about the incident and timely reported it to him. So, he knew what happened at the school as well as what emerged at the pack's hospital too.
