For a moment, Ethan froze. What did Artis just say? Sons? His jaw dropped, confusion crashing over him like a wave. Sons? What the hell?
At that moment, the wolves shifted. The black one rose first. His fur shed as it morphed into a tall, athletic man. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with midnight dark hair and piercing eyes.
The silver followed, becoming a lean, agile youth with silver streaks in his locks. His body was toned like a hunter's. The gray completed the trio, transforming into a sturdy figure with grayish skin, built like a warrior.
All three nude and dripping, with rather impressive endowments, stepped out of the water and stood before him. The black-haired one spoke first, voice deep and resonant. "Father."
Ethan stared at the three towering figures. Father? His brain short-circuited again, and he turned to Artis. "You're messing with me, right? That night I did come inside you. But it was, what, a week ago?"
