Later that day, after we got settled in our room, Lykeon sat there and held his daughter for the rest of the day. It was a picture-worthy moment of a father and daughter bonding. I felt exhausted after the delivery, so I got some rest while Lykeon admired his newborn daughter.
“That is so weird,” he says to me, not taking his eyes off our daughter.
“What?” I groggily asked him.
“Mars can already sense her wolf,” he told me, looking up at me. “That doesn’t happen until you turn eighteen and get your wolf.” My dreams... They are coming true. In my dreams with Wren and I were in the field; there was a white wolf next to her. “He says he can talk to her wolf and is excited when she is older to come out and play.”
“What is her wolf’s name?” I asked Lykeon.
“Althea,” Lykeon said. I smiled
