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Sigrid quickly spotted her parents entwined in a dance.

She watched in amusement as her father whispered something to her mother. She’d bet anything it was something indecent—her father was always so intense, especially when it came to loving his mate and family.

She still remembered when he showed up at the palace with the three pups already in his arms, nearly giving the royal couple a heart attack, and Aldric wanting to kill Silas all over again.

Blaming him for taking her out while she was that pregnant—even accusing him of trying to steal his grandchildren for himself.

Just another typical day in King Lycan’s castle.

They joined the other couples, chatting, joking, and having a good time.

"Uncle Zarek, you're still murdering the rhythm! You're a musical assassin!" Sigrid teased her mentor. Only she dared to do that.

Between Zarek, Silas, and Laziel, it was a toss-up who could move their facial muscles the least in a day.

"Sigrid, don’t be mean! I’ve been trying to convin