Ivy took me to the pack house. She told me she would give me a tour later so I could know where my room was. Also, a tiny kid with the same curls and eyes as Ivy does. He had jet-black hair, but it wasn't the same that Ivy had. It was darker, so I suppose that comes from her mate. From his height, I guess he is at least five years old.
"Killian, where is your babysitter?" Ivy scrunched down to pinch the little kid's cheek.
"Stop it, mowmi," He complained.
The way he spoke was so adorable, but it didn't seem to be how a five-year-old spoke.
"Mommy has to take this beautiful lady to Daddy's office. Then Daddy and I will go play with you, okay?" She said sweetly. He was definitely her son.
"Who is she?" He said while he pointed at me.
"You should ask her, she can speak,"
"Who you
