Adelaide's POV
Lance said, "We're going to be mates. No need for formalities. Go be with him. I've had paper and ink prepared. I know Cedric started learning to read at three. He must remember how to write."
I nodded. "Alright. Let's eat first. I'll ask him afterward."
After Lance left, Cedric relaxed and ate greedily, sticking close to me.
His gaunt face and thin frame made it clear how much he'd suffered.
"Eat slowly," I whispered.
His wolf eyes narrowed as he ate—a stray pup's instinct.
Only when my pheromones signaled safety did he ease his grip on the bowl.
He ate quickly, finishing almost all the meat and sandwiches.
While clearing the table, my nails brushed against old scars on his wrists—teeth marks from chains.
After cleaning up, I set out paper and ink.
Holding his fr
