Chapter 21: Demonic Wolfs
Thirteen wagons rumbled through the dense forest, their wooden wheels creaking against the uneven dirt path. Two guards flanked each wagon, their eyes darting between the shifting shadows of the towering trees.
Inside one of the wagons, Leon lay sprawled on the seat, sleeping without a care in the world. Across from him, three girls sat in silence, watching him with puzzled expressions.
"This guy is different..." Lilith murmured, her lips curving into an amused smile. "I've never seen a man this relaxed around us."
"He doesn't know our father," Dana replied, her expression serious. "That's why he's so carefree. Once he finds out, he'll be just another monkey scrambling to get away from us."
"Or maybe..." Nina mused, peeking at Leon over the top of her book. "Maybe he's just brave—someone who doesn't fear our father."
Dana scoffed, folding her arms. "No man is brave enough to stand before our father. And a guy like him? I don't believe it."
A soft murmur broke the quiet.
"Milfs..." Leon mumbled in his sleep, a perverse grin tugging at his lips.
The three girls exchanged glances.
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Outside the wagons, two royal guards walked side by side, their armor faintly clinking with each step.