“You weren’t exactly planned, Hron.” Krerr muttered.
Hron went still. Hell, Throg questioned whether the man was even breathing.
“Explain,” Was all Hron said.
Sighing heavily, Stok said, “You know that the Nakaka were created to care for all the humans.
It is why the gods created us to begin with. We are the protectors the ones that—”
“I don’t need a Nakaka history lesson, father. I need to know what you mean by it being possible for our kind to accidently cause another’s pregnancy,” Hron said, in exasperation.
“I’m getting there, son. I’m not happy about telling you this to begin with, so I would appreciate you allowing me to do this at my own pace,” Stok grumbled, then continued, “In order to do our job, it required training—lots and lots of training—and your papa and I usual
