Kaisal tore his gaze away from Callum, who was laughing and stomping all across some dancing game just a few feet away. When he’d said the deli he was taking them to loved little ones, he hadn’t been exaggerating. It was full of games and toys and lights. All the things that drew the attention of pups and cubs alike. Callum was no different. He’d swallowed a burger made of fresh ground deer, sweet potato fries and a milkshake sweetened with honey before taking off toward his first game. He hadn’t been back to the table in thirty minutes, and the wait staff did nothing but stand aside and watch him go with smiles. This was what her son had been missing, the freedom to simply be a child without the pressures of being looked to as the Oriade pride prince, future dominant male and heir to the dynasty. From birth that had been his title, and that was all anyone had ever seen. “His father?” Kaisal said simply. She kept her eyes on Callum, never getting too comfortable. “Dead.”
