Chapter 220

KAELOS Time passed quickly without me realizing it. I lived a happy life with my small family. My wife, my two children, we lived a full and happy life; not a single day went by without smiles, jokes, and laughter. That morning, I stood on the balcony of my private study, looking out at the Nightveil Pack's training ground, which was bustling with activity. In the middle of the field, Alaric—my son, now fifteen years old—was leading a combat training session with dozens of young warriors. His movements were precise, his voice firm but not harsh, and most surprisingly, all the warriors followed his instructions without hesitation. “He's amazing, isn't he?” Seraphina's voice flowed warmly into my ear. I turned and saw my wife standing in the doorway, carrying two cups of coffee. Even after seventeen years together, she still made my heart flutter. “Absolutely amazing,” I agreed, taking a cup from her. "Sometimes I can't believe he's grown so big. It feels like just yesterday he was a bab