The Lost Memory Part 2

"Can I have your name, please?" I added. "At least, so I can properly address you when we talk to each other."

"Haven't you forgotten? I already told you my name since the first time I saw you outside." He said back and let go of those weird stares from me.

So, I quickly dug into my helpless brain about our last conversation. Unfortunately, my wolf doesn't even remember if he did mention his name.

Or maybe, I might have just missed it.

"Aah... I'm just gonna call you uncle then." I said back full of wonder about how did I forget his name if he introduced me.

My wolf is better at recalling human names. But his was beyond my knowledge. It was as if his name got removed from my werewolf system.

"Whatever, kiddo." The old man smiled.

"Where are we heading anyway?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Canteen. Take note that every time the gates of the cells get open, it means three things. First is for our meal time. Second would be our roll calls before bedtime. A