Chapter 37: Reports

The sun was beginning to set upon the Cresthowl pack lands.

At the castle gates, Regan and Estan walked, carrying their hunting gears over their shoulders. They also had different killed animals in their grasp. Their hunting expedition seemed to have been fun.

Before they entered the palace, the gears and games were collected from them by the servants.

Regan retreated to the first room where the explosion had occurred. He didn't want to deal with Ivorie and her tantrums yet.

The atmosphere in the pack house was solemn; each and every servant and maids were going about their duties and there was no noise or unnecessary chatter that Regan detested.

He happily strode to his bedroom, entering the closet to pull off his gear.

He then headed straight for the bathing room. As he approached it, he hoped he wouldn't meet Ivorie.

And he was lucky, because there was no one there. He dipped himself into the bathtub, sighing as the chill ran encompassed his skin. He had deliberately chosen the wat