a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

261: Your father...

"My Lord..."

Both Tyve and Troid spoke as they ceased pacing across the rug. Unable to bear with their anticipation, they finally confronted Lord Hendrick, who silently sitting at the corner of the couch. He clasped his hands together as he rested his elbows on his knees. His gaze lifted, meeting the eyes of the two brothers.

"Be patient." He only said before he lowered his head.

Fhorg removed his gaze from the window and watched the two brothers pestering Lord Hendrick. His eyes narrowed. "You two, stop troubling him." He chided. Hearing his scolding, Tyve and Troid silenced themselves and resorted to suppress their impatience, and they brought themselves to stand next to a wall to calm their nerves.

They have been waiting for five long minutes, and they couldn't sense anyone approaching the door. Could it be that something happened?

"Is it really Moulin?" Tyve mumbled as a crease appeared between his brows. He rubbed his chin while in deep thought.

Seeing his twin's curiosity, Troid glanced at Lord Hendrick and Fhorg before he whispered. "Lord Hadrian isn't one to be easily fooled. No one could make him change his personality as easily as young master Moulin. Perhaps, it is really him..."

"But how can that be? He died. The Lord told us himself. No magical relic or power has ever been discovered to revive the living. Soul rebirth is possible. However, a rebirth with his true growing body is unimaginable. Necromancy is the deed of demons. Could a demon bewitch the Lord?"

"No. I'm sure there is an explanation." Troid shook his head.

Glancing at his brother, Tyve sighed. "If he really is alive. I'm sure he would be the subject of the magus experiments. And it would be impossible for everyone to believe he has revived from the dead."

"Ao!"

Suddenly, they heard a yip and the quick tiny padding of paws. It came from behind the closed door. Afterward, there was a faint pitiful whimper and the sound of scratches on the door.

Fhorg's expression fell. His brows knitted as he walked across the room and reached for the doors. Without a thought, he slowly pulled the door open.

BAM!

"Ao! Ao! Ao!"

A particular snow-white fox was noisily standing on all fours on top of Fhorg's chest. The man was groaning as he had knocked his head back on the cold floor. The twins couldn't react in time as they saw their leader get knocked down by a small beast ten times smaller than him. Troid was blankly staring as Tyve scoffed out a laugh. Lord Hendrick abruptly raised his head and saw the little beast jump down Fhorg's chest and began to run around energetically.

Tyve, who was stifling his laughter, suddenly froze in realization. "Wait a minute... this beast..."

Before his mind could spit out the answer, a loud growl unexpectedly interrupted them. It was low and frightening. The twins and Lord Hendrick yanked their gaze away from snow and looked at the door.

Stepping into the room was a large midnight black wolf. Its golden eyes were glowing as he swept his gaze throughout the area until it landed on the surprised little fox.

Tyve and Troid subconsciously stepped away, not even sparing Fhorg a glance. The latter abruptly rose from the floor, avoiding blocking the large creature's path. They recognized the beast greatly. There was only one wolf that shared similar eyes to their High Lord.

Kier huffed as he stared at Snow. The fox blinked and turned away, ignoring the deep gaze the massive beast was giving him. Exhaling deeply, Kier walked towards Snow, and with his mouth, he caught Snow by his scruff just in time before the little fox could get away. Snow struggled as Keir lets out a low growl while carrying the stubborn fox towards the door.