a man of valor

“You should stop pressurizing him about these things, Max. It is not his problem.” Artemia said to her brother.

“So you think,” Maxwell said.

“So I know.” She said to him, firing up.

Maxwell had been at the top of his beefing with his father again; this time, he was not buying his cowardice. He could not understand why the old man was acting the way he had been, even after the young woman had affirmed that she was being married against her will to this old wolf that seemed to

have been brewing all the troubles in the entire werewolf history.

Maxwell had never liked Grimshaw, not even as a child, and many times when his father would meet secretly with this man; he always felt uncomfortable about it all. His father had not sent troops to help when the first war had happened, and as a child, he had not understood the reason why but this time, he was already beginning to think about it having relations with Grimshaw.

All these years, they had been living in the wild and away from everyone