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“My pack is currently building a ferris wheel out in paddocks next to the greenhouses, everyone is preparing as we speak, so don’t worry you don’t have to do anything.”

“The orphanage kids will love that,” I tell them, and he nods.

“It looks a lot like an amusement park out there, there are rides and everything Pluto is even getting some of the horses ready for pony rides, cotton candy. Should be good,” Matitus says.

“Wait, did you say your pack?” I ask, looking at Dragus and he nods.

“We are letting them back in the city, things have changed,” Dragus says, and I nod.

“Sounds exciting,” I tell them. It would be the first time since I was alive that anything like this has happened.

“You think people will come?” I ask, looking at Silas.

“Yes, they will for you, Peter has spread word around and so far, everyone intends to come, have a heap of volunteers to from the Vamps and humans. They are setting things up as we speak,” Silas says just as I hear Dakari call out to him from downstairs.

“I’ll be back,” he says walking out.

“So, when are you going to show Silas the name you chose?” Dragus asks.

“I’m worried it will anger him,” I tell him honestly.

“He is in the office with Dakari, if you want to go down and see him, Dakari is about to leave,” Matitus says, and I can tell he is listening in on whatever they are talking about downstairs.

“Will one of you come with me?” I ask, a little worried.

“No, you have nothing to worry about Elora,” Dragus says, looking at my hand where Silas’s promise mark is. I sigh, getting up and grabbing the envelope.

“You’ll be fine Elora, go. It will be nice to be able to use his name than call him baby,” Matitus says, placing our son over his shoulder and burping him. I nod, walking down the stairs in time to see Dakari leave. I walk in to find Silas looking at something on his desk. He quickly puts it away not giving me a chance to see.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing, a surprise, you will see it tomorrow,” he says, a smile on his lips. I can feel his excitement about tomorrow bleeding into me, and I am worried about ruining it. Chickening out, I go to leave.

“Elora, hand me the forms, the name can’t be that bad surely,” he says, and I look down at the envelope in my hand. I walk over and hand it to him, sitting on the desk between his legs where he watches me.

“Why are you scared? I promised I won’t hurt you, love. A name won’t change that,” he says softly, leaning over and pecking my lips. He pulls the form out, looking at it while I chew my nail nervously waiting for his wrath. He clears his throat, and I can feel a mix of emotions run through him.

“We can change it, I just thought because he gave his life for his grandson it was only fitting he was named after him.”

Silas shakes his head, looking up at me. I see tears running down his face and my heart sinks, wishing I could take back my words. Then, without warning, he lunges at me, grabbing my waist and ripping me toward him, his lips crashing down on mine as he hungrily devours them before pulling back and chuckling.

“I love it,” he says, pressing his entire body against mine on the desk.

“You’re happy with it?” I ask, and he nods.

“Very happy, thank you,” he says, kissing me, his tongue running across my bottom lip wanting access. I part my lips, deepening the kiss and I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer, his hands going underneath my shirt as he cups my breast.

“So, what’s the name?” says Dakari behind me. Silas groans.

“Really, you had to choose this moment to come back in?” Silas says shaking his head and making me laugh at his frustration.

“So, what is it? What’s my nephew’s name?” he asks with a smile on his lips.

“Darshan Aziza Draquin,” Silas says, looking down at me. He kisses my forehead.

“Good name, strong like his namesake,” Dakari says.