In the stone house, the frail little female leaned against the chest of the male with short silver-grey hair. A mere glance at their backs revealed that their relationship was anything but ordinary.
Loki was genuinely moved by Miche's words. His brows furrowed slightly as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind, but he simply couldn't bring himself to send his own daughter to her death.
"No. No matter what, Amy is my own flesh and blood," he said. "I can't do this. It's too cruel."
Miche felt a pang of disappointment. She wondered why he felt any attachment to a useless brat who would disown her own biological mother after being swayed by a few mere words. Her fox-like eyes darted around. "Then send Amy to the Golden Dragon Clan.
"For a high-level tribe like the Golden Dragon Clan, their clan doctor must be far more skilled than the Snow Wolf Clan's. They might just be able to cure her."
