As they blurred through the trees, Qin Mo's mind was a whirlwind of plans and emotions. He was ecstatic—although the logic of the beast world told him the children likely belonged to Wang, he didn't care.
In his mind, they were already his. He would raise them, protect them, and teach them.
He was more than pleased with the knowledge that Lin Wan was so fertile; it was a rare and precious thing for a female to conceive so easily, but then again, he had always known she was special. She was a female who experienced her heat every month, a miracle of nature.
He looked down at her as he leaped over a fallen log, his heart swelling. He was determined. The moment they reached the safety of her cottage, he would not wait another hour.
He would seal the mark. He had spent weeks worried that she would reject his beast form, fearing she would find his scales or his cold blood repulsive. but after seeing her survive the Whispering Woods, he knew her spirit was unbreakable.
