Chapter 42: The white wolf

“What’s your name?” I asked the boy after several minutes passed and he was off from crying.

          We remained sitting under the lush tree and I carry him in my arms. I couldn’t help but adore this child so much. Maybe because I didn’t have the chance to see my child grow.

          Brother said my child died due to miscarriage when the Alderhaws attacked our camps three years ago.

“Keith Zaeliel,” he happily answered.

          His smile didn’t leave his face since a while ago. Until now, he’s still jolly and upbeat. Did he just forget he’s lost?

“Where are your parents?” the next thing I asked