Author POV
After an all eventful journey, they arrived back at Silver Moon Pack. Everyone was seated in the living room, when the Wizard arrived.
He dropped a piece of cloth on the ground, leaving everyone looking at him with questioning eyes.
"That is the cloth of Gracey's child."
"What!" Everyone echoed.
"Gracey has a child?" Clara asked in disbelief.
"I had to make several enquiry and my findings lead me to believe that the only reason Rudolph Oaster isn't dead is because Gracey made him a slave and through him is able to procreate." The wizard explained.
"Why do we need that information?" Jaxon asked.
"Because Gracey thinks that she cannot touch your child and so she has to make her child very powerful too." The wizard replied.
He walked to the couch and sat down, while everyone listened.
