Nyxion's POV
The playpen was alive with little children running around and basking in the faint moonlight. It wasn't uncommon for them to be up this late, but I was extremely tired. This wasn't what I had in mind when Aerila dragged me out here.
"Babe! Come! The kids want a painting!" Aerila called for the fiftieth time. It had been like this since we got here, different services at some times, or ten services at once.
It's not that I didn't like the children; they were fun, but great goddess, it was almost 1 AM, and they still looked like they had all the energy in the world.
I wondered if this is what it would be like when I have kids. Babies prancing around and staying up past midnight because they had so much wolf energy to spend. A faint shudder rolled down my spine. We will t
