Isildur
I ran all the way to Silver Paw Pack, home of Lorcan Dalgaard. Using my Lycan speed, I got here in next to no time. I need something from Lorcan, and I am not leaving this place until I get it!
I storm toward the packhouse front door when I’m stopped by a little voice. “Hi, Mister.”
I turn my head to look at the child addressing me. The boy is cute, I’d say around four or five, blonde, with big green eyes. I look around to see if he’s with anyone, but he’s out here alone. I assume his parents are inside the packhouse.
“Hello.”
The kid gets to his feet and moves closer to me. “My name is Asher. What’s yours?”
“Isildur.” I tip my head.
“Wow! Like Lord of the Rings!”
I groan. I get this from everyone I meet. I love my mother, but Goddess, couldn’t she have given me a better na
