Five years later
I groaned in annoyance as I tried so hard to find my offspring. Born as a Lycan with witch abilities, the child was a total chaos.
Iraia Sparta came into the world without a fuss. The blood had really helped and the delivery was smooth but I've decided to wait until my body is ready before a bear another but Thane is insistent on getting me with child.
"Iraia baby. Please come and have a bath" I nearly cried now. My enhanced smell couldn't help me because she had the gift of masking her smell.
I felt a comforting hand around me and I sighed. "What's the matter?"
"It's your child. You promised to warn her to stop this"
"I did"
"No you didn't. She's wrapped you around her tiny witchly fingers" I heard giggling and saw the little devil in her brothers h
