Cassian “What does the result say?” I asked, holding my breath even though I knew the answer already. “It is like we suspected,” came the response, “he is Keith's son.” Kyle and I looked at each other without uttering a word more. I fell into deep thoughts, trying to understand why Maisie had run away with Lance instead of just telling Keith she was pregnant. If she had not, we would not be dealing with the poison that was Olga today. “Are you going to tell him?” Kyle asked me. I sighed. “Not now,” I said, my tone meditative and indicative of how deep in thought I was.“He deserves to know that Lance is his son,” Kyle said, “I don't get why Maisie won't just tell him.” “Isn't it obvious?” The child may look like him, but he looks awfully young for a pure-bred werewolf that was conceived nine years ago.” “That's a function of his diet, Cassian,” Kyle replied, “I can recommend some supplements…” “It's not as easy as that,” I cut him off, “Olga wants to castrate the child.” “Th
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