A frown creased his pale features as he the raven Baranski answered, her tone much harsher than he had expected. Of course she wasn’t alright—this was all so new to her. And Lachesis was not the best candidate to explain what was going on with her. He was not ready for that conversation, with her or even his own daughter. The ghost cringed, mentally, at the thought and quickly dismissed it, his apple-green eyes focused on the younger wolf as she began speaking once more. News? His ears twitched at this. The dragon had fallen? His chest shoulders sagged in relief despite his lips still curled into a soft frown. “Good,” he commented about the dragon’s fate, his head tipping to the side. Lachesis’ mind wandered to Karina and her daughter, but the thoughts did not linger. Instead they were immediately replaced by thoughts of his son, his gut twisting. “I’m not surprised,” he added in a hushed town, his brows narrowed. “Did he return with you?”
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