Kazil
Reading the message my friend Rodrick of Canine Sun sent, I can’t help but be happy for him. He was unfortunate enough to be mated to a she-wolf who could not produce pups and had faced hardships trying to conceive. Now that Maya and her pack had slain two of his wolves, he could claim their little pup as his own and use her to one day gain an alliance with another pack.
Maybe, just maybe, I can convince him to pair his soon-to-be adopted daughter with a pup of mine once Caroline has healed from giving birth to this one.
“Kazil?”
I look up to see my mate walking into my office wearing a deep red gown with a slit up the left side.
“Our guests for the night will be here in ten minutes. We should be ready to greet them,” she says, making her way to my desk.
Her hips sway with each
