Third POV “I can't tell where she is,” he snapped, looking away in a subconscious state. George tapped on his shoulders. “Dad, we should check the registers,” he suggested, but when Arthur slowly turned his eyes on him, he turned mute. “Young man, I guess you want to be faster than your shadows? You think you're the new commandant or hasn't it clicked to your senses that your dad is like my servant here?” “Shut up! You can't say that.” Alphonsus growled and advanced in fury towards Arthur whom he sensed was overdoing. “No one has ever spoken to me this way before, you can't either regardless of who you are!” He barked at him, storming towards him. George's spirit left his body the moment Arthur grabbed his dad to a fight, within just a few seconds of struggle, jacked him off the ground like a little kid and crashed him to the ground. He took to his heels only to bump into a hard chest. When he looked up, it wasn't just one person but a quad of tall, muscular and charming Lycan A
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