Chapter 6

I think I realized he had the baby only because I caught glimpses of contrasting colors between his big, hairy arms. The girl was awake, because she moved her fists and scratched her father’s fur insistently, but—

“Ah.” That was all I could say, crushed against the door.

The gigantic werewolf looked at me with more interest and directed his ears in my direction. A hollow growl echoed inside him, but one thing worth noting was that he hadn’t even wrinkled his snout to show his teeth, those massive fangs I knew he had. He was not calm, although he did not seem on the attack either; perhaps there was no reason for me to feel so threatened in his majestic presence.

The only thing he did was raise his free paw and put it on Mirko’s shoulder cautiously, but I felt it more like a protective gesture toward his son.

I was captivated by the gesture, my mouth dry with shock. His hands were exactly like any other man’s; I had seen them before. Of course, he had five fing