Gregory burst out laughing as the little one left with his mother.
Gregory: Has he already chosen our daughter's nickname?
I smiled at him gently.
Amelia: Actually, he had already told me before you suggested names. He also told me about our daughter's wolf. His wolf will be named Rosy, and she will be a perfect mix of both of us, black and white.
Then I sighed softly.
Amelia: Could you close and lock the doors? I need to tell you something I promised only you and I would know.
He went to close the doors and came back to sit next to me, taking my hand in his.
Gregory: What is it, my love?
Amelia: Have you ever heard of Wolf, who used to appear around the age of eight?
He sighed softly as he thought.
Gregory: Yes, but only a very powerful wolf can do that. I've only heard of one i
