Kaldric POV.
Unlike the wolves who lived together in a packhouse, it was different from vampires.
They each live on their own but are loyal to only one man. The vampire king. My grandfather.
As I stepped inside my grandfather's mansion, I stopped a maid passing by.
She lowered her head to me. "My prince."
"Where is my mother?"
"She is in the painting room."
I immediately went to the room, and there she was painting a little child, one that looked a lot like me in my childhood.
"Were you missing me that much?" I asked, walking closer to her.
She made no attempt to look at me. Her eyes never left the painting as she kept drawing until the brush fell from her hands.
I lower myself to pick up the brush and then sigh deeply before getting back up.
"When do you plan to see my wife? Your daughter-in-law?"
"Never." Mom replied coldly as she wiped her hands thoroughly.
"Because she is a werewolf?" I scoffed.
"Kaldric, I may not be a witch, but my visions have never been wrong."
