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An orphan. The poor little thing couldn’t be more than five-years-old.
“Do you have any aunts or uncles?” I asked softly.
She shook her head. “Papa was all. We had to hide. Hide because of what Papa and I am.”
Tears sprang to my eyes. “No, not any longer, sweetheart. You’re coming home with us. You’re safe now and no one will harm you.”
“Her mother was an elf and her father a mage and shifter hybrid, from what I could gather so far,” Nico whispered to Caleb. “Her mother died shortly after childbirth.”
“I’m taking her home. Can you teleport Caleb once you’ve finished talking? I need to treat her.” I patted her back softly and rocked back and forth a bit on my heels to get her to feel safe and comfortable.
“Yes, go ahead,” Nico said with a nod.
Caleb walked over, ran a hand down her hair, and whispered, “Don’t worry, cub. We will take care of you.”
She turned to look at him and asked, “Are you alpha?”
He nodded and smiled softly. “Yes, I am your alpha and king.”
“Papa told me find you. I find you?”
He nodded again. “Yes, you found me, cub.”
She looked up at me. “You alpha, too?”
I smiled. “Queen,” I explained. “Alpha’s mate.”
Her eyes widened and she clung to me harder, putting her head against my shoulder. “I miss Papa.”
Squeezing her tight, I said, “I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m going to teleport us to our pack lands now, okay? It will feel a bit strange, but don’t worry, you’re safe.”
She nodded against my shoulder and continued to cry and sniffle.
Teleporting to our house into the living room, I was glad to find Triston, Branson, and Riddick there. “I need my medical bag,” I said urgently. “I also need someone to start a bath.”
“I’ll start the bath,” Triston said.
“I’ll grab the bag,” Branson offered and jogged out of the house.
Her cries had lessened, but she continued to sniffle and whine.
Riddick looked at me with wide, questioning eyes, but I didn’t want to discuss her parents’ deaths in front of her, so I just shook my head. “Later.”
“I’ll go see if I can borrow a set of clothes from Theresa,” he offered and hurried out of the house.
Branson returned and set the bag down on the cushion in the living room.
I walked down and sat on the couch, then set her on the cushion. She clung to me, not wanting to let go. “I need to look at your wounds, sweetheart. Can you please let go for just a bit?”
She sniffled and reluctantly let go. Tilting her head up, I smiled at her adorable little face. She had beautiful emerald green eyes and a cute little button nose. At her hairline was a deep gash that wasn’t healing as fast as I liked. Grabbing the saline solution, I cleaned her wound, and checked for others, but it seemed to be the only one.
“What’s your name?” I asked as I checked her eyes with the light, testing their dilation.
“Lily,” she answered.
“How old are you?”
“Five.” Her eyes darted towards Branson, who was hovering by the kitchen.
