Chris frowned and stared at the goddess, perplexed by her words and unable to fully comprehend them. "I don't think I understand what you are saying. Are you telling me that I should ask you to save three lives, including mine?"
Instead of answering directly, the goddess laughed loudly once more. "You dream big, werewolf. My answer is both yes and no. Yes, you should ask for three lives, but no, it is not your life. Listen carefully to the life inside your wife's belly."
Chris slowly bent down and gently placed Elsa on the ground. He moved his head closer to her lower abdomen. Although his true alpha senses were already becoming dull because of the hecatolite, they were still as good as those of normal werewolves.
As he listened carefully, his eyes widened before swiftly looking up at the goddess.
