Gray POV
When he stepped out of the black sedan, I understood why Terry had, had such a difficult time raising him. The resemblance to his older brother was uncanny. His golden, shoulder length, wavy hair and piercing blue eyes were identical to the tragic prince Osouf’s.
As he approached, I began to feel his aura, regal importance made everyone in the party drop their heads in respect, all except me, Fenrir growling at the mere thought of bowing down to his own descendant.
It was an odd sensation, it was like the mate pull, without the s****l attraction. I knew I would still lay down my life for him, if the need arose. I cared for him as if he were a brother that I had grown up with my whole life. When I thought of him being with Calli, I felt no jealousy or angst, just a feeling of h
