Rhyder's POV.
"Daddy! Daddy, look how fast I can run!"
Tate rushed by at an impressive speed - even for such a young wolf, with the other pups chasing after him, trying their best to catch up.
He had the wind in his hair - hair that looked like mine: wild and unruly, and a grin that took over his whole face.
I waved at him, with a grin of my own, as he circled around for the second time - my chest swelling with pride.
Then, as I watched him continue to play with the rest of the pups, I thought about the word.
Daddy...
Such a simple word, yet so beautiful. A word that impacted me in such a profound way. A word that already held so much power over me.
But perhaps...
It wasn't the word at all, but rather the little boy that spoke it so easily and with such confidance. Like he has bee
