The only time in which our names will be forgotten is when we're long dead, darling. My little wolf prince, first of his kind in the family. You wouldn't be my Valya's friend or family if you didn't at least give him a little trouble for keeping it to himself. There is no use in hurting your mind in trying to think of what would have happened; there is a timeline out there for that exact reason, and not yours to worry about. I am a little late to the party, so I am behind in any planning, if there is any, but I'm sure I will be sought out eventually. My priority was making sure that Valentin and his Robin were safe with the First Mother. Everything else will come. You need to lock down you and yours, too, Alexia. I don't doubt that the vampires will begin to sniff around your homestead with your ties to Robin.
On the contrary, your name lives on as long as you have those brave enough to speak them through the centuries. First-born of his name, god, I cannot wait to hassle him for years to come as harmless payback keeping his little title to himself. God, do I know some things about warped timelines that ever existed, Babs, my own children are a result of ones that couldn't be any more vastly different from another. The First Mother's home is the safest place Ro and Val can be now that you've given your personal touch of approval. Listen, one vampire and his little fanatic cronies aren't my first rodeo, Varya. I've met my fair share of pervs sticking his nose and hands where they do not belong. Message is clear as crystal, though. My children and I will remain lowkey.
