#Chapter 22 Heart-Melting

Grace "He... he just growled?" I stammered, utterly stunned. Charles nodded slowly, his expression a mix of warm understanding. "Yes, he did." I watched in awe as Richard nestled against me, his wide eyes slowly drooping as he succumbed to a sense of calm. It was as if Charles's presence and rumble had cast a soothing spell over my son. "He just... settled down," I murmured in disbelief. “How… did you do that?” Richard shifted a little restlessly, but he wasn’t crying any longer. I didn’t know what to think. I looked from him to Charles, searching for an explanation. Charles offered a reassuring smile. "It seems our young Richard has some lycan instincts, Grace." I blinked, processing his words. "Lycan instincts?" I thought lycans and werewolves weren’t all that different. We could have children together after all, and I didn’t remember Cecil ever growling at Richard’s age. She wasn’t growling now, either. “You’re… Did you just command my child or something?” Charles chuckled