Killian cursed for what was probably the hundredth time that morning alone, maybe the thousandth, even.
Damn humans and their many festivals!
Everywhere was blocked to the maximum, a real human traffic all around as naked men ran around, lashing the elite, proper women of the ton… women of rank with shaggy thongs, simply because they had been foolish enough to believe that they who were barren would become fertile, and they who had managed to make it to pregnancy would have a safe delivery if struck, courtesy of some silly Lupercalian belief.
If that wasn’t one of the craziest things Killian had ever heard, he didn’t know what else was.
It was almost eight am, almost six hours after he had discovered that Kendra had snuck out on her own, and the Alpha was worried… for anything could ha
