"Jack exceeded even my expectations," Alaric admitted quietly. "I knew he was strong, but seeing him actually fight at that level..."
"I want two things," Chiron interrupted, his tone shifting from enthusiastic to direct. "First, send your boy to Draconia. Let him hunt to his heart contents. Dragons, ancient spirits, whatever lurks in the deep territories. He's wasting potential here fighting elves and their contracted pets."
Alaric's eyebrows rose fractionally. Chiron Stormblood, The Lightning God of Draconia, the strongest man alive, didn't extend invitations to his territory lightly.
He trained only his direct family and the heads of his sub-clans, and even then only when they proved themselves worthy of his time.
"You want him in Draconia?" Alaric asked carefully. "That's not an offer you make often."
