"Waa—"
"It's out, it's out, it's a little wolf cub."
Rhys Blackwood moved quickly and steadily, catching the wet and blood-stained little thing, wiping it clean with a warm beast pelt, and then swiftly cutting the umbilical cord.
Anyone could tell this one was Malachi Arcanus' child.
He gently wrapped the newborn wolf cub in a clean pelt and handed it to Malachi Arcanus beside him.
"It's my cub."
Malachi Arcanus took the blood-bound little one with trembling hands. The tiny, greasy-black wolf cub looked so fragile lying in his big, rough hands.
His eyes instantly reddened, too overwhelmed to speak, only clumsily rubbing his face against the little body.
But then, thinking about how Luna had gone through hell just to give birth to this little one, he couldn't help but get mad again.
"Forget it, I won't beat you just because you were just born. When you grow up, your dad will teach you a proper lesson."
