Throg had a duty. He was sworn by the gods themselves to care for the ancients and their families. It was why he had been created. He had failed them once. He could not... no, he would not fail them again.
wouldHowever, now he had a child to be considered. A tiny chickpea would be born in five months and Throg was at a loss as to what to do. He didn’t want his mate raising their child alone. Not only was it unfair to Spencer, it wasn’t fair to ask that of Throg either. How was he expected to
give up both his mate and his child? The thought had Throg’s heart breaking and lungs practically nonfunctional. He didn’t want to give them up. He wanted his family.
“Throg!”
Hearing his name snapped out like that by his Caliph had him turning to see everyone looking in his direction.
Throg
