Blinking fast, I saw how Isabella was clinging to Irvan.
They were working on each one’s feelings, knowing they were mates so young; it was such a tender moment that made me feel otherwise smacked in my tender heart, “you both will remain here, but I warn you, around our land, as it does to the other three rulers were the villages of the Vargr. They were wolves that couldn’t shift.”
My father made a clear point to them.
Yet if memory serves me right, they were always kept in watchful eyes as my father warned me prior; now he bragged of the power we would be holding, for the Vargr could create havoc in inappropriate times; I feared father might be delusional.
“Father, May I speak?”
My words made Irvan smirk, which my mother made a note of as her hand smacked his cheek; I flinched
