The Little king
My name is Fatima and this is my eldest son, Tron…
She stops talking, because Tron was looking at the group with open eyes and his eyes changed color between his natural color and the violet, characteristic of his wolf.
Before she can ask what's going on, Tron opens his mouth and in a deep, harsh voice, clearly the voice of his wolf, he says..
- Mate.
Luna, surprised, looks between her son and the group.
The funny warrior had a look identical to Tron's.
- Mate.
The Darkmoon warriors back one feet, leaving Tron and the warrior face to face, not moving a single muscle.