Caspian Storm

FOUR YEARS LATER

I watched Sylas chase after Jared across the training grounds, his small legs pumping as fast as they could go. At four years old, my son was already showing signs of the alpha strength that ran in our bloodline, easily overtaking Ryker's three-year-old boy.

"Catch me if you can!" Sylas called out, his laughter echoing across the grounds.

Ryker jogged after them both, grinning widely. "Slow down, you two. You're wearing out this old man."

I couldn't help but ...