With that, she carried her children out of the tree hole.

Ford didn’t even manage to ask her to stay. He felt frustrated about not coming back earlier.

At dusk, after the family finished eating the prey that Ford sent over, Molly—who couldn’t wait any longer—showed up looking for her.

“Irina, when are you going to help me meet Bluepool?” Molly didn’t bother beating around the bush. From the way her hands were gripping onto her animal skin skirt, it was obvious how anxious she felt.

“Irina is about to sleep. Come back tomorrow to ask her out,” Damien said, suppressing his displeasure only because she was a female.

Molly...