Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
For whatever reason, that piqued his attention, and my biological father took two steps forward. “What’s your surname?” he demanded.
“Is he talking to me or you?” I whispered to Henri.
“I don’t know.”
“I know your surname, child!” my DNA dad bellowed. “The werewolf!”
Duncan growled.
“Why does he want to know your last name?” I asked him as I bent to comfort my boy, even though it might be worth seeing magical fire come out of his throat. I still couldn’t believe he’d done that. I had to ask the hellhound brothers what was up with that. “It’s okay, Donut. He wasn’t a good dad; I’m not surprised he isn’t a good granddad, yelling like that.”
“He isn’t good at anything,” Franklin chimed in, his attention still on his brother.
“He’s asking so he can guess my ancestry,” Henri answered me before bellowing, “I’m a Blackrock and a Nyberg.”
My biological father narrowed his eyes. “Your mother was—”
“Yes,” Henri didn’t bother letting him finish his question.
“I see.” He blinked again, even slower.
I guess he knew Henri’s mom.
Duncan let out a quiet, long “awoo” that had us all looking at him. “Yes.” His tail wagged, the blue so bright in the night. His eyes like two red coals against his coat. He was beautiful.
The other man stirred. “I have no problem with it, my grandson,” my biological father said, taking another step closer, answering a question I hadn’t heard.
He kept coming, closer and closer until he was about ten feet away, and Henri side-stepped so that a small part of his body blocked me from my DNA dad. I wrapped my arms around his forearm and rested the side of my head against his triceps, waiting.
“Agnes,” Henri called out as a white puppy bounded over, and she came to a stand on the other side of Duncan.
The little white wolf snapped her jaws at my father like the fearless menace—gnomes not counting—she was.
My biological father’s expression turn amused before he met my eyes with dark, nearly black eyes. “I was only aware of one child,” he noted.
“She’s ours too,” I claimed, Henri’s fingers jerking in mine.
“So many allies, I see. The sasquatch with the anger problem wasn’t particularly friendly, either.”
Spencer? An ally? Since when?
“I allowed him his disrespect when he met me at my car on the way in, but only to an extent. I made it clear what would happen if he continued, and he went back home. Their kind isn’t known for their loyalty. I’m surprised it went as far as it did,” my father explained with a frown. So that was what had made him take so long getting here during the Dom incident. “Your gnomes even had the nerve to ignore my calls when I asked for them.”
My little buddies did what?
“You’re upset with me, and I can understand why you might feel that way,” my father started to say, and I opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually been upset with him—I hadn’t cared enough or thought enough about him or my biological mom to feel most things—but I managed to keep my mouth closed. “You have several reasons to not be thrilled with my presence because of it.”
More than several, but I didn’t say it out loud either.
“You may very well be my last child, and I would like to make amends for the dishonor I did you by not being a part of your life,” he continued with his soliloquy.
I blinked, and I think I might have even heard Henri and Duncan do the same.
“I would like to get to know you and the rest of our family.” My DNA dad sounded like he finally finished.
The rest of our family?
His eyes darted to Henri and Duncan.
I narrowed mine at him.
His intentions sounded nice. But intentions and actions were two totally different things, and I didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him.
Maybe he felt bad now for his choices. But….
The sound of a throat clearing had me turning to my uncle who was still glaring. His voice was very low as he asked, “You have no interest?”
I shrugged. “Honestly… not right now.”
His answering nod was resolute, and I was pretty sure I saw pleasure flash across his features briefly. What followed was the sharp sound of something heavy hitting the ground like a couple sacks of potatoes from a two-story building. But it wasn’t any kind of potato that met the gravel.
It was my DNA dad sprawled on the ground.
“He’ll be asleep for some time. Would one of you help me drag him out of the way so he isn’t run over? His people can deal with him later,” Franklin just about chirped with more glee than I’d heard out of him yet, his hands going to his hips.
Henri squeezed my fingers at the same time as I blinked.