Chapter Twenty Two

Maximo PoV

“She’s a cute little one, I’ll admit, cheers”, I toasted the statue of the moon goddess, “and quite interesting,” I sipped my pear wine, “and what’s bad in making wine out of pears. I’m sure you’ll like it if you were real.”

“Yer called for me, master?” Dylan popped his head into the cave.

“Dylan, my man. Just the person I was looking for.”

“Yer Seem to be in a good mood, boss,” he chuckled, “got anything to do with the fine lass hanging out at the back of the cave?”

“Now I understand why my father kept his servants on a short leash,” I smirked, “I’m expecting visitors. Two wolves actually. So prepare a nice meal, and then go spread the word that I’m in the market for outcasts and rogue wolves. It’s time to build a pack and set my plans in motion.”

“Yes, master,” he replied and left.

“Oh! It’s just Axel and Klaus,” I muttered to the statue, “I know you’re probably wondering how I knew they were going to come. It’s because I know people, despite being removed from civilizati