"Your Daddy is the most powerful, huh?" Sheratan chuckled before patting the head of the boy that slept against him as if Dylan needed his body heat to fall asleep.
When Sheratan lifted the hand that stopped patting the child, he looked at the black veins that were like vines originating from the center of his palm. Until this thing took over all of him, the transfer wouldn't start. This reminded him of the hands of that werewolf that took him away when he was just a child.
Sheratan glared at the black veins. "…I wish everyone's Daddy is the most powerful. Maybe, if mine was, I wouldn't have lived through so much misery."
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It felt strange. The joyous pack was not even making too much noise while they were working on the preparations for the Thanksgiving Banquet that night. After all, while the Omegas were busy making food and putting up decorations, the Gammas were going through exercises for the coming night.
