Grace
"He... he just growled?" I stammered, utterly stunned.
Charles nodded slowly, his expression a mix of warm understanding. "Yes, he did."
I watched in awe as Richard nestled against me, his wide eyes slowly drooping as he succumbed to a sense of calm. It was as if Charles's presence and rumble had cast a soothing spell over my son.
"He just... settled down," I murmured in disbelief. “How… did you do that?”
Richard shifted a little restlessly, but he wasn’t crying any longer. I didn’t know what to think. I looked from him to Charles, searching for an explanation.
Charles offered a reassuring smile. "It seems our young Richard has some lycan instincts, Grace."
I blinked, processing his words. "Lycan instincts?"
I thought lycans and werewolves weren’t all that different. We could
