The Cub~
Daranuthan o’Brynmohr
Twelvestones
Tremoon, 4415
Dara raised his fist to knock. He hesitated again. Ruin sat on his haunches and offered a commiserating whine. Outside the castle, a late winter snow fell thick and heavy, slowing the usual bustle of life at Twelvestones and denying him every excuse to delay his visit any longer.
He stopped again and heard her contented humming. Not the mood he’d expected, two weeks after she’d given birth. He set aside his irrational jitters and cleared his throat.
“It’s Dara.”
The door opened the moment his knuckles met wood. Madelyn smiled up at him.
“It’s about time you got up the nerve. You were wearing out the rug with your pacing.” She tucked a corner of fuzzy blanket around the bundle in her arms. “I’d almost decided brave Prince Dar
