Alina straightened instinctively. "Hello, this is Alina. I'm Luna's teacher from Class D kindergarten."
"Class D kindergarten?" His voice rumbled on the other side, laced with confusion.
Alina blinked.
Wait—what?
Oh no.
Her brain had short-circuited again.
"I mean—I mean Little Fang Kindergarten!" she corrected quickly, biting her tongue. "Sorry! I teach the Class D section… I meant—I'm Luna's class teacher…!"
There was a pause.
She wanted to sink under her desk.
"I see," Ryker replied, voice quieter now but still incredibly firm.
"I just called to ask if Luna was alright," she said, trying to sound professional again. "She didn't come today, so I was a little worried…"
On the other end, the Alpha's voice changed—softer now, almost fond. "Ah. My little pup is fine," he said. "She didn't want to come today because… my wounds have finally healed. She said she wanted to spend the whole day at home with me."
Alina blinked, her heart warming.
