The Wolf King sat in his rooms in the Dragon Castle contemplating what to do about Lily. Kidnapping her would be too risky, and after what happened at the ball, no one would believe they were family. Sipping his drink staring at the fire the thought of his main trump card falling into the hands of the one he had tried for years to keep her from.
That Dragon god took everything from him that was supposed to be rightfully his. His mate, the possibility of a child, and the power that came with it were gone. Taking his child was the one revenge he could seek on the god, which would come at a price. The Wolf queen walked in assessing her mate hoping he was in a better mood.
