The group sat in their suite for two hours as the tension built.
The room was soundproof, and Wolfe was too busy being cursed in his mind by a pair of angry Witches who blamed him for their current condition to listen to anyone else's thoughts.
But then half the mental assault faded, and he knew that Cassie's son had been born.
"If I'm not wrong, Ivan David should have just entered the world." Wolfe informed the others.
"Congratulations Papa Wolfe. Now, two more to go, and the Noxus Clan will be properly established, with an heir and a spare." Khalifa joked, while patting him on the shoulder.
The rest of the Pentacle members present joined in on her laughter.
That was a tradition all over the many worlds. The firstborn was always at risk of being assassinated, or incompetent, at which point they would either be deposed by a younger sibling, or assassinated by someone different.
