The Lycan's Rejected Mate
He smiles and tries to sit up with difficulty.
"Hello," he says in a small voice, his neck bowing.
"Hi," I wave, sitting on a chair next to his bed. I exchange pleasantries with him, and he tells me he is doing well now.
"What is your name and how old are you?" I ask.
"Ajax Adrian Yang, I'm six years old, Ma'am,"
Ma'am, I repeat, it almost sounded like mom.
"Hi Ajax, my name is Anaiah,"
"I know, you saved my life, thank you," he bows again.