Ezra's POV
I went closer to the cub, but I didn't know if it was dangerous or not—after all, it was a werewolf. Wait… does Sylven even know that his pack's little cub is here?
I glanced around, and just then, the cub started to nuzzle against my legs. My eyes widened. He was so small, so cute. I quickly picked him up in my arms.
He fit perfectly into both of my palms.
"Wow, you're so adorable," I whispered, rubbing my fingers gently over his soft fur.
He wiggled in my hands. Aww, I couldn't resist this much cuteness, so I tucked him against my chest and hurried back to my room.
When I entered, I saw that Juan wasn't inside. Perfect. I quickly locked the door from the inside.
Taking the cub out, I found him staring at me with big, shiny eyes—like I was his mother. I gave him a quick peck on the forehead and placed him on the bed.
"Little one, how did you end up here? And where are your parents?"
