“Your man…” Those two words made the minds of the eleven people buzz. The tone especially, seemed to be the kind of tone only a girl in love would use.0

That sweet, proud little hint of delight was perfectly normal for any woman, but not the figure of weight, brilliance, and sacred authority they imagined their ancestor to be.0

Yet no matter how unwilling they were to accept it, their ears weren’t lying to them.0

“And another thing. Everything of Flameyellow, and all his lifebound beasts, are his. Stop trying to tie any of that to me.” Moran spoke calmly, but her words were the final blow to them.0

“Yes!” The...3