Jovanovic.
After old Jovanovic sent several of his sons to New York, the place grew much quieter.
Well, it had been a long time since anyone had seen that boy Valery wrestling with Brown Bear on the mountain.
Silver Wolf patrolled his territory.
Brown Bear's cubs had grown considerably, too, and were hibernating in their cave.
Aleksei received a gift from his older brother.
It came through the hotel's channels.
An elf on the verge of death. To keep the elf from escaping, Valery had thoughtfully broken all its bones.
Aleksei shook his head helplessly. "Valery went too far."
"I should have had Andrei handle it."
With that, Aleksei glanced at Silver Wolf, who was patrolling his territory, and asked in puzzlement, "Where's Father?"
Silver Wolf and old Jovanovic were rarely apart.
They were just like this family: unity was the hallmark of a wolf pack.
Silver Wolf lifted his head toward Jovanovic Mountain, where the castle lay hidden.
Aleksei found that strange. Apart from the Witcher trials, they rarely set foot there.
"Anton, put this elf in the dungeon. I'm going to take a look."
Aleksei and Seryozha had always been the dependable ones in the Jovanovic family.
His eyes hidden behind his messy hair, Anton glanced at Aleksei without saying whether he agreed.
Aleksei turned and headed toward the mountain.
Snow still covered the mountain, and every step left a footprint.
Silver Wolf walked over it without leaving a single trace.
Aleksei followed the mountain path.
He made his way to the castle entrance.
Passing the dark cavern walls carved with the history of the Witchers, he found his elderly father muttering beside the spring.
The sight of that white-haired figure from behind left Aleksei's heart aching.
Old Jovanovic had grown old after all.
The Witcher legacy had