The Little king
— Amy scoffed, squeezing Ryan's cheeks – you're too sweet to live alone in the forest.
Ryan groans in pain. Kevin laughs.
- Ryan, looks like you were adopted – he laughs – welcome to the family.
Passing his mother's arm through his, Kevin says:
- Camo on, let's go and let Ryan enjoy all his gifts.
Amy puts her hand on her son's chest, smiles and they both leave the room, leaving Ryan alone.
“Adopted,” he thinks. Could he let his guard down?
- what's going on here? – screened the irritated alpha to the group of shewolves that were in a ruckus, near the stairs.