His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 11: Tooth & Nail
Moana

“Follow me,” the director of the orphanage, Sophia, said. Her sad expression when I mentioned my identity gave me cause for concern, and as I followed her blonde head of hair up the narrow wooden stairs to her office, I felt my heart start to beat faster than it had been before.

Sophia led me into her office and gestured for me to sit as she closed the door behind us. I sat on the edge of the straight-backed wooden chair across from her desk, clutching my purse nervously in my lap.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about your heritage sooner,” Sophia said as she walked over to one of the tall metal filing cabinets at the back of the room that contained records of current and past children at the orphanage. “It’s our policy to not bring it up, for the sake of the children’s m*ntal health. I hope you understand.”

“Of course,” I replied. I watched as Sophia pulled open one of the drawers and began thumbing through the rows of manila folders. Sophia had been here since I was a child; at the time, she was a spry young woman, around the same age as I was now. Now, as I watched her search for my file, I noticed the slight hunch developing in her aging back, the tufts of gray hair that hadn’t been dyed yet at the nape of her neck, and the subtle wrinkles starting to form on her hands and forearms.

“Let’s see…” she whispered to herself, rifling through the folders until she found one with my name on it. “Here we go.” She pulled it out and walked over to the desk, setting it down in front of me.

I glanced up at her nervously for a moment, waiting for her nod of approval before opening the folder.

Inside of the folder, aside from my basic intake files and other basic information, there was only one thing: a single, sharp canine tooth.

up the yellowed tooth, turning it over in my hand.

is this?” I asked,

leaning back and clasping her hands together across her stomach.

the tooth. “Why?” I asked, feeling

Sophia replied with a sad expression on her face. “But not always. You see, children without wolves would also often be subject to an entire host of discrimination for their entire lives. Some

me feel any less resentful. If anything, they made it

My parents left me because I was

Sophia said. There was a

your possession, has always made me think that they did it thinking that it was for your own good. Perhaps they had no choice, even.” Sophia paused to take a breath, her lips spreading into a gentle smile as she

hand and looked down at the tooth again; I had been gripping it so hard that it left an imprint in my

left me with this tooth so I could find them?”

the table and took my hand, squeezing it gently. “That’s

presence again and asked

but I knew that she was just as confused by

help but smile.

looking and shot me a bright smile before jumping up and jogging over to

said about the exhibition, by the way,” he said. “I’d love

red at the Alpha’s kind words. “Thank you,” I said, then bit my lip for

Ethan replied, sticking his hands into the pocket of his apron and c*****g his head

of werewolf parents abandoning wolfless children? And if so, have you ever heard

moment, then nodded with a pained look on his face. “I’ve heard of that,” he replied in a hushed tone so that the children couldn’t hear. “But I’ve never heard of the children trying to find their parents. I don’t think most of them would even want to find them once they find out, and