CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Milan was seated by his favorite position close to the window overlooking the meadows, deep in thought about what they discussed in the meeting the other day concerning the upcoming festivities, particularly the annual competition that takes place in the packs to commemorate the blood moon when a knock sounded on his door.

He looked in that direction and was about to tell whoever was there to get lost-as he wasn't in the mood to entertain visitors- when the door swung open and for the first time in four score years, his mother walked through the threshold of his study in her regal bourbon gown and reticle which she splayed to point at him, her face a mask of danger. "I asked your sister’s maid to bring her to me after her governess complained of her recent absence from her classes, only to be fed with the scandalous news of her mingling with one of your mistresses most often in recent times." She went straight to the point as she trotted forward and fell on the chair in front of his d