Chapter 9 Priscila 14 Years Old

• Hades was leaning on his bureau thinking about a thousand things. Most of all, how he would finish the papers in front of him. There were thousands of them and Siran was not at his side as his wife was in heat and they had a certain matter at hand such as the task of creating a puppy of their own. In a way he smiled. It was about time his beta settled down and gave him a godson. He heard the door to his office being opened slightly and a clump of dark hair followed by a laughing silver eye peeked out softly.
• Hades' smile grew brighter and he beckoned his daughter with his finger to approach. Priscilla entered politely closing the door and walked over to her father sitting on his lap. Hades looked at her for a few seconds. In the last four years, his daughter had grown considerably looking now like a tender teenager and becoming more beautiful by the day. He didn't want to argue with Nebraska but she had inherited the best features from both of them. Her dark hair had grown to waist length and her ends curled just like his with a dark purplish highlight. There was no doubt that she was his daughter.
• His wife had managed in recent times to put Priscilla on a rigorous training schedule but it had paid off. There was no further indication of any loss of control on the part of the puppy, rather her skills with the mind were even capable of surpassing her mother in short order. Luckily her mother had instructed her not to use them on anyone unless the situation warranted it and Priscilla was too obedient so she always did as she was told.