“Lothair, have all your dragons hunt along the south borders tonight. I anticipate someone will come searching for Billie soon,” instructed David.

Lothair ascended the steps to the porch and slid his arm around the pregnant woman. “Sibyelle, my love,” he purred, “have you ever dined on wolf before?”

The woman curled the corner of her lips. “No; it will be a first for me, but perhaps it will give our unborn a taste for finer things.”

David grunted. “You’ll have your choice ...