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While the young alpha lord raced to the village, Kamedon and I spoke. “Have you not met the young lady luna?”
He shook his head. His arm crossed over his chest. “Sort of. She was in town at the Samhain festival. Her eyes are the reddest I’ve ever seen.”
Nodding, she could be from the fae lineage, or possibly from the avian community. “Was that all you noticed about her?”
“Her skin was beautiful. It was close to that tree bark over there.” He pointed. “Not the texture but the color. I look forward to when she makes me a grandfather. Whether she is a halfling, fae, or different shifter their offspring would be superior.” He realized what he said. “No offense.”
I waved him off. I understood what he meant. My oldest son mated with a reptilian shifter. It’s a bit strange, but they are
