Zen leaned back in his seat. Even if she hadn't tried to entice him like this, he would have listened to the story anyway.
But now, after her words, his curiosity sharpened. Because in the long history of the werewolves, there had only ever been a handful of triplet births every few centuries-and none of those triplets had left any known direct descendants. That alone made it worth listening to.
Their father had spent years studying the lives of those rare triplets, trying to understand why none of them had survived after their mating. It had almost become an obsession for him for them. He'd been so worried that they would also meet a similar end...
He'd gone through old records, half-burned scrolls, and even ancient tales passed down in whispers, searching for a pattern. He paused thoughtfully for a moment. In fact, the reason their Scroll Room was a mess because his father had spent all his time trying to look for reasons and ways to survive.
