Chapter 318 Daddy’s Wolf Form Is Not Scary

Kael’s POV

Raven’s lesson with his new teacher was over.

Once Kane left, I asked Raven, “How was it, Raven? Did you like it?”

He nodded, still holding that new book about werewolves I had brought for him.

Kane had praised Raven before he left, letting us know Raven was a smart student, just like me, his father.

I was clearly pleased to hear him say that. That’s my son, so he was going to take after only me.

We had lunch together, and then Eira and Raven went for their afternoon nap, while I talked with my brothers.

“Finally, we are summoned to the council. Tomorrow,” I informed them of what we had been waiting for for the past few days.

That bastard Asher was finally making a move.

“He seems to have prepared something that assures him he can get Raven from us,” Jason commented.

I hummed. “We will know once we are there.”

“I wonder how Raven will react to seeing him again?” Roman said, his expression worried.

“He would be nervous to face him,” Jason said, “and probably follow his instinct to obey him, which that bastard has instilled in the little guy.”

“He is a black wolf as well and has that natural aura that everyone bows to,” Lucian said. “I am sure Raven won’t be left unaffected.”

“We have to assure him we are stronger and can protect him,” Rafe chimed in. “He should trust us more than he fears that bastard.”

I hummed. “Tonight we will do it.” I looked at them.

The others agreed.

We spent the entire day planning for the next day, the possible scenarios during the council meeting, and security arrangements.

Tomorrow, we were going with our special security force, because this time we had two people to protect, and we couldn’t afford to be vulnerable for even a moment.

Just as planned, at night we all went to the garden for our usual stroll, but tonight we had additional plans.

Roman had already told Eira about it, so she stood to the side while the five of us spoke to Raven.

“Raven, you must be curious to see daddies in wolf form, aren’t you?” I asked in a way he wouldn’t refuse.

He didn’t answer, so I continued, “All five of us are different kinds of wolves. Strong and powerful enough to protect you. Don’t you want to see how we will do it?”

He looked at the other four.

“My wolf form is truly beautiful and strong,” Lucian said. “My fur shines like molten bronze.”

“And mine is moonlight blue,” Jason said. “It shines beautifully under a full moon.”

“I am the most handsome, gunmetal grey one,” Roman said.

“I am the most beautiful,” Rafe said, “but after your mommy.”

Raven looked at Eira, who was sitting on a chair.

“Mommy can’t shift into her wolf form because she is carrying a baby, but yes, she is the most beautiful in her wolf form,” I assured him. “Once she delivers the baby, we will ask her to shift. Her fur shines like a sea of silver.”

Eira offered him an assuring smile. “I will. Promise. But you should see your daddies. They are the most amazing wolves you can ever see. I am sure you will be just like them.”

Of course, he would be just like me. A black wolf. The most powerful one.

“I am a black wolf,” I told him.

His sudden curious gaze dimmed slightly. He seemed wary of black wolves because of that bastard Asher. I was sure Asher must have shown him his black wolf form to instil fear in him.

“But I am not a scary one,” I assured him. “Once I shift, you can decide on your own. Alright?”

He nodded lightly.

The five of us walked a little away from him so he wouldn’t be frightened by our massive forms looming too close.

Eira stood beside him, holding his hand, offering him a gentle smile.

The five of us shifted right in front of him, our massive wolf forms appearing as our clothes tore away from our bodies.

We could have shifted out of his sight and then appeared before him, but I preferred it this way. I wanted to prepare him for the things that were normal in the werewolf world.

When he saw the others, Raven was fine, but his gaze changed a little in wariness the moment he looked at me. I knew well Black Wolf was the scariest form among werewolves. Even other alphas feared them, so what more a child.

Eira gently caressed his hand. “I used to be scared of black wolves as well. But now I’m not anymore.”

Raven looked at her, and she said softly, “Daddy is not scary at all. He is kind and loves us. He is scary only to bad people who hurt us. Understood?”

Raven nodded and looked back at me.

I swear, more than Raven, her words comforted me.

I took a step toward him, slowly, careful not to overwhelm him, and stopped a few steps away. The others stayed where they were, letting me have my moment with my son.

His gaze was still wary, but he stood his ground.

My boy is truly brave.

When he remained calm, I dared to close the distance further and stood within his reach. I lowered my head to his level, my eyes silently watching him.

Are you still scared of me, Raven? I asked in my mind.

Just then, he lifted his hand and touched my head. He shook his head slightly.

It surprised me. Can you hear me? I asked him.

He nodded lightly and continued to touch my fur.

How? He was still a kid. How could he hear me? He should have been an adult and have his wolf awakened to mind-link with me.

Was it some kind of miracle? His unique power?

My desperation to seek his acceptance must have triggered a mind link between us without me even trying.

I was left utterly speechless.

I lowered my head further, pressing my forehead gently against his tiny one.

I am glad you can hear me, I told him. My son.

Could he at least talk in his mind so I could hear him? I couldn’t help but wonder. But even now, he replied only through his actions.

I wished to see the day when we would converse secretly, our own little conversations, only father-and-son things.