Kael's POV
Sitting on the sofa, I looked at the small figure entering the home with my three brothers.
The moment my gaze landed on him, I felt a strange touch of familiarity. Maybe it was because he was Eira's child—and now she was my mate—that I felt this way.
Fluffy quickly reacted to the newcomer's presence, barking a few times as he rushed toward them.
"Easy, Fluffy," Jason told him, worried the barking might scare the kid.
I looked at Eira. She had noticed their arrival now, and without hesitation her gaze followed the boy, as if it was stuck on him. Why? Had she recognized her son in just one glance? Did she feel the same familiarity I felt?
Fluffy sniffed the boy here and there.
The kid wasn't afraid of the huge dog marching toward him. Instead, he stayed calm until Fluffy was done, then simply stood still, looking at him.
Finally, the boy raised his hand and caressed Fluffy's head—his expression still unchanged.
This kid is brave.
