32. THE WHITE WOLF

Killian cursed for what was probably the hundredth time in that morning alone, maybe the thousandth, even.

Damn humans and their many festivals!

Everywhere was blocked to maximum, a real human traffic all around as naked men ran around, lashing elite, proper women of the ton… women of rank with shaggy thongs, simply because they had been foolish enough to believe that they who were barren would become fertile, and they who had managed to make it to pregnancy would have a safe delivery if struck, courtesy of some silly Lupercalian belief.

If that wasn’t one of the craziest things Killian had ever heard, he didn’t know what else was.

It was almost eight am, almost six hours after he had discovered than Kendra had snuck out on her own, and the Alpha was worried… for anything could happen in that long period of time. As it was now he was just praying that she was safe, holding herself up like he believed she could. The thing was, even with that belief, he was still afraid that she’d do