Aurora
I looked into Francis' eyes as he revealed this, biting my lower lip a bit. He was still expressionless, showing neither pain nor sadness.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely rising above a whisper.
Ha gaze remained on the floor. "I come from the Obsidian Dynasty pack," he continued, his voice low and measured. "We're the last of...."
"Royal bloodlines amongst werewolves," I continued, my eyes fixed on him. He tilted his head upwards and observed me.
A sly smile formed on his face as he finally sat upright.
"Yeah right, we're very popular amongst our kind," he added.
I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts. "And?" I prompted, sensing that there was more to the story.
His eyes flicked up to mine. "I happen to be the eldest son of my father," he replied with a s
