Severin beamed, "And Uncle Creed is here, Father, Uncle. He has returned from his mission after five years."
His words had left us silent. I did not even know how to react. I couldn't believe that the scarred man I met the other day, thinking that I wouldn't be seeing him again, was right in front of me.
How could I fail to know that he was Cretheus de Rosa?! I had seen his portrait paintings before, but he was young back then! And his hair... The man in the portraits had short, neatly trimmed hair, but the person standing before me now had long hair that cascaded down his shoulders.
"Surprise, my dear nephews," the man named Cretheus grinned before his eyes slowly darted to me. That was the time my wolf was squirming under his gaze as I watched his forehead crease before stepping bac
