Amelia’s POV
“MINE” I heard Frankincense roar out after sniffing the pup, and I felt as if I could breathe more freely than I had in months! Magnus was my own pup, that had been stolen from me. The very pup that had supposedly died, and had been taken away before I had a chance to lay eyes on it, or given a chance to grieve over if it truly had died. It was alive and well, and currently drinking from a bottle in his grandfather’s arms.
But one problem remained. Well, several problems, actually. But the main one that was most pressing was to convince my father that the son he had always desired, that he had been loving and caring for during the last 6 months, was in fact not even his.
It didn’t look very promising when he still kept insisting that the child was his, and mentioni
