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"Pft!"

Sigrid nearly burst out laughing. She turned to look at him with a conflicted glare.

"Your reaction says it all," he replied thoughtfully.

"How dare that lycan compare me to this savage and that icy one? I waited millennia for his daughter!"

He turned around with a huff, walking toward Drakkar with such a foul mood that Sigrid thought he might grab him by the ear and throw him into the portal vortex.

He was already giving pet names to his sons-in-law, just like his father used to do with him.

The birth of Aldric’s disciple was happening right before his eyes.

He rose into the heights, feeling the mist sweep through the ravine.

At least the Lycan King would leave her alone for a while, now distracted with his granddaughters.

But when she reached the top, she realized her father had found a new pastime.

"What’s going on? Where are they going now?" Sigrid asked, watching a stampede of beasts heading toward the barren forest.

Two lionesses ran ahead of them.

They looked ex