"Alpha, it will be better if you do not stay for long here, just in case," Ardand spoke carefully. He was worried about the same thing as Aliana.
If something happened to Cane, they didn’t know what to do, especially when they really didn’t know what was going on with these children.
Seeing their worried faces, Cane finally stepped out of the room. It wouldn’t do any good if he too fell sick. Moreover, he couldn’t help with anything by staying inside the room with them either.
The orphanage was a two storey house with around twenty small rooms for the little children. Because the number of the rooms didn’t meet the number of the children, they actually allocated one room to every three or four children.
Their ages range from infancy to twelve years, while those above twelve years old could join the rank of the warriors, work in the orphanage to look after the little ones or find other work.
"Why are you here?" Cane asked Aria when he walked toward the yard, where children were playing with the six adults who looked after them.
As far as Cane knew, Aria was not really fond of children. She might not realize it, but Cane was an observant person, thus it was easy for him to tell.
"I have been helping Aliana around here, a week after you left for the Moon Dew pack," Aria replied honestly. She looked demure when she said that.
Cane glanced at her, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quick enough when he felt something bump into his leg and out of instinct, he bent down to hold it.
It was a little boy, around the age of four. His cheeks were round and his hair was as black as charcoal. He blinked his big eyes and then pointed his finger at a tree in the middle of the yard.
"My kite!" he said in a chirpy voice. "My kite!"
"You should call him Alpha," Aria chided lightly, but there was a smile tugging up the corners of her lips.
However, the little boy didn’t understand the concept and tugged at Cane’s pants, while jumping up and down, saying the same thing. "My kite! My kite!"
On the other hand, Cane didn’t heed Aria’s words and simply carried the boy in his arms, as he walked toward the tree that the little boy pointed out with his stubby finger.
"My kite!" The little boy wailed. His kite was stuck on a branch of this tree and he couldn’t reach it, thus he looked for the tallest person there. Of course, because of his height Cane was easy to spot on.
"Oh, I am sorry, Alpha, did he bother you?" Carla, a young girl, around the age of fifteen came running to see the little boy in Cane’s arm.
"Carla, what are you doing? Hurry, take him..." Aria chided lightly, but she didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence before Cane spoke.
"It’s okay," he said curtly and then leapt with the little boy in his arms to one of the branches, near where the kite was stuck. He let the little boy take it and hug it.
Cane did all of that with ease, even when he landed back, he didn’t look like he used any effort, while the little boy laughed giddily to get his kite back.
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