Two years passed. All the wars, challenges, and worries got me wondering deeply. Lachie was back with me in the mansion Angus got for us. As I walked to Angus's room to serve him his early morning tea as I had always done, I realized he wasn't around. "Angus?" "Mom, he is not here," Lachie added, his voice deep, having grown up. "I think he is on his training ground." "What is Angus training for again?" I snapped, holding Lachie by the hand. "I know you went for your training at a distant wolf academy. Do you think you will need another round of training after all that you've discovered by now?" "Not at all, mom..." Lachie whimpered, shrugging with his long hair swept behind his head. I felt comfortable by his response. Moreover, the name he called me was sweet to me. Lachie was already nineteen years old, and he was done with his studies at the Werewolf Academy. Suddenly, someone yelled from the palace, his voice resounding down the fence as he also rang the kingdom bell.
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