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Both turned their heads in unison to see the carefree savage, almost naked, who walked in without a clue.

Or rather, he was wiping every protocol with his loincloth.

"Drakkar, what's going on?" the Lord frowned, not understanding.

"I’m taking Lyra to your stronghold. I’ll stay a few days at your place so you keep your word," Drakkar stopped at the entrance.

His jet-black hair fell in waves below his shoulders, and those midnight eyes stared straight at him.

Dracomir suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Of course, you can stay as long as you like. But how can I repay you for your help?"

He asked with curiosity.

What did this incredible man want from him, the one who was willing to abandon heaven for love?

"I’ve got a lot of questions. First one: how do you raise a wolf pup?" Drakkar fired off without warning.

"What?" Dracomir nearly choked on his own saliva.

He heard a strange sound and, when he looked at his father-in-law, instead of the usual stiff face, Zarek was covering his mouth