NORTHERN LYCAN KINGDOM
Fenrir wanted to be done with his North business as soon as possible. Just the thought that Astrea was waiting for him back at home in his bed made his whole body shiver with anticipation.
However, he had to deal with the baby first.
He always had a soft spot for the North. This place was his home once.
However, he did not expect a warm welcome this time. It was his mistake and he hoped to fix it one day.
It just so happened that he was right, as always, because the moment he stepped into the room where the firstborn child, who now technically belonged to him was, he felt binding magic crawling up his feet.
A dirty trick. A trick that would never work on him, yet the worst news was that he recognised the pentagram on the floor. The runes, the style, the magic…
