Dragoncrest Cliffs and you flutter after andromeda

The word “mauled” made Caracal’s blood run cold. It stayed that way even after Meerkat assured him the boys would recover. Would they wear scars, like her husband? He wondered if the man had also fought the bear, though Caracal knew enough about wound care to recognize aging scars. Those injuries weren’t fresh.

The man’s trailing “but…” made him draw in a sharp breath, not sure what to expect to come out of Njord’s mouth. He let it out in a relieved whoosh when he only expressed confusion about Caracal’s lineage. His eyes shifted to Meerkat questioningly, then back to her mate.

Yeah, I am. They’re my dad’s moms, he explained, not bothering to name Reyes. We have the same mom but different dads, he continued, gesturing at Meerkat before suddenly pulling a face and realizing, I don’t actually know who yours is.