In the morning, Savannah, Lucy, and Amber returned for their training session.
Sokram resud teaching them, focusing solely on the basics and helping them master the cultivation techniques he had introduced the previous day.
However, this training session lasted only until midday because he planned to host the barbecue that afternoon for the team and their families.
As soon as the three girls left, Sokram headed to the market district to pick up the boars’ at from Mr. Figos’s shop.
For the first ti since the old werecat arrived in the city, his store was bustling with custors.
It wasn’t packed, but there were seven people in line when Sokram entered.
As soon as Mr. Figos caught sight of him, a knowing smile spread across the cat’s face.
By the ti it was Sokram’s turn, another eight people had joined the queue behind him, proof of the efficiency and influence of the Purple Pavilion in spreading rumors throughout the slums.
There was no ti for idle chatter, so when Sokram received the spatial ring containing five boars, as previously agreed, all he said was, “This is just the beginning, Mr. Figos. You'd better put your sons to work before you get overwheld. Have a nice day. See you next week.”
Sokram didn’t linger for the busy werecat’s reply.
As the next custor approached, Mr. Figos’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction, a silent confirmation that Sokram’s plan was working perfectly.
While at the market, Sokram stopped by a few stalls to pick up spices for seasoning the boar’s at.
The aroma of dried herbs and freshly ground pepper lingered on his fingers as he made his way ho.
When he arrived, Sokram organized the backyard to accommodate his guests and then went to the kitchen to prepare the at for the barbecue.
Hilda and Miralyn insisted on helping him, but he dismissed them, telling them to rest since he intended to play both host and cook for the day.
The real reason behind their insistence, however, was Sokram’s peculiar choice of seasoning.
They feared it might not turn out well, but seeing how adamant he was about doing it himself, they decided to wait and see...
Around three hours later, Sokram erged dressed casually in a loose silk shirt and pants, topped with a simple black robe.
He was ready to receive his guests, who began arriving shortly thereafter. The first to arrive were Leona and her two wives, followed by their four daughters, all casually dressed in robes and gowns, though not overly dressed, their choice of clothing only complented the beautiful view they ford at his doorstep.
Their daughters, as was common in a polygamous marriage, treated all three wives as mothers.
Regardless of who had given birth to them, the order remained the sa: Karini was always called the first mother, Leona the second, and Cecille the third.
This wasn’t just a custom among the ferals but a norm across much of Nhiria’s galaxy, held as a primordial value.
Their eldest, Lymus, who was born to Karini, wasn’t present as he was training with Kamus, making him not only Leona’s son but also her sword sibling and Sokram’s sword uncle.
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Next was Cassandra, born to Cecille. Despite being a human mage, she had awakened a few Feral gifts.
She stood 1.75 ters tall, with long, curly dark brown hair that matched her deep brown skin and green eyes.
Her fra was petite like her mother’s, with a small bosom but a wide behind.
Then ca Leia, her presence commanding attention.
With wavy blonde hair cascading to her waist and amber-gold eyes ablaze with determination, she was unmistakably Leona’s daughter.
Though only seventeen, she stood tall at 1.8 ters, exuding confidence despite her leaner fra compared to her mother’s athletic and voluptuous build.
Lastly, there were the twins, Kiren and Kara, born to Karini.
They were Sokram’s age and the youngest among their siblings.
They inherit Karini’s beauty.
Sokram knew how beautiful they would beco once they ca of age, inheriting even more of their mother’s features, including ample bosoms and wide hips.
Their faces were so striking that few could look away after seeing them, their erald Feral eyes adding to their hypnotic beauty.
The only difference between the two was that Kiren had a fierce look, while Kara seed gentler.
Kiren had the sa black-furred ears and tail as Lycius, while Kara’s were snow-white like Karini’s.
In the wolves’ tribe, they were known as the Aether and Nether moons.
Sokram's heart couldn't help but race with joy at seeing them at his door. mories of their laughter, their shared dreams, and the life they had built together in another ti flooded his mind.
The weight of what he had lost, and what he might yet regain, as they had once been his fiancées in his previous tiline.
The invasive mories tightened his chest, but he forced a smile, masking the storm of emotions beneath.
Failing to control his heartbeat didn’t go unnoticed.
Karini spoke up as he led them inside. "See, I told you he would like our girls."
Leona chuckled, nodding.
Cecille tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "Yes, but for so reason, I think he liked us too."
Sokram knew there was no denying it, so he doubled down:
"It’s true. You are all very stunning. My draconic heart can’t lie about it." His tone was flirty but respectful as he led them to the backyard.
After that, another group of guests arrived, and Sokram welcod the distraction.
He had truly underestimated the emotional impact of encountering the won he had lost in his previous tiline.
eting Lucille the previous day had already been emotionally charged, but seeing the twins was having an even greater effect on his emotional state than he had anticipated.
When he opened the door, he saw the Greyfur clan, specifically, the part that belonged to the Grey Hunters’ Pack, which included Kan and Kiana’s family, followed by their Alpha, the famous Grey Fang.
Sokram was surprised to see them slightly overdressed in fancy, silky party robes and dresses, but understood they were showing respect to his family by doing so.
He knocked his right fist over his heart and saluted them. "This young dragon of the Dracnakrid greets the Grey Hunters of the Greyfur clan."
The Grey Hunters knocked their fists over their hearts in acknowledgnt.
Kan, tapping Sokram on the shoulder, said, "Little brother, no need to be so polite. We thank you for the invite, and as customary, this is a gift of friendship."
He extended a spatial ring to Sokram.
Sokram accepted it and probed inside, his eyes widening, astonished. Inside the ring, he saw many books on various subjects involving Magi.
He looked at Kan for an explanation, but it was their Alpha who spoke.
"Along the path, I faced many mages, and these books are the spoils of battle. They’re useless to us, so don’t be overly ceremonious and accept them. My grandson told how you managed to embarrass that whelp from the Silverfang. That alone is enough to warrant you this gift."
Sokram observed the wolf-kin man, clearly a Tier 10, perhaps above the Reford Existence level, as his energy flow was more intense than Margiory's and Brunhild's.
With light brown skin, ferocious dark gray Feral eyes, and a youthful face marked by a diagonal scar, he looked as young as Kan despite being an elder.
His gray-furred ears and tail, along with his long black dreadlocks, showed his clan affiliation. His muscular, battle-hardened build made it clear he could make any mage tremble on the battlefield.
"Elder Grey Fang, thank you for this gift. I’ll make sure to put it to good use," Sokram said, saluting the elder once more, this ti bowing his head slightly more to show gratitude, a significant gesture for a dragon, as they never bowed to anyone but the crown.
"Haha, good. But I’m happy to see that, generation after generation, the Greyfur and Dracnakrid can continue their long-lasting friendship, which always happens organically. By the way, is Brunhild here?" the old Alpha inquired, his eyes peering into the house.
Sokram was about to say she was out on a mission when Brunhild’s voice sounded behind them. "I’m here, Kayn, old pup. How have you been?"
Brunhild looked at the wolf with an arrogant smile that only a big sister could show to a younger sibling.
"Heh, a dragon without wings calling an old pup? How have you been, little snow lizard?"
Kayn replied without looking back, but when he turned, he was surprised by who was standing beside Brunhild.
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