“He has no one else?” The woman shook her head sadly. Her heart broke. Everyone should have a family. Zephyr jumped down from the bed, her side hurting a bit, and wobbled over to the older woman, extending her pinkie out. “I can be there for him. I promise. What’s his name?” The woman laughed again, a tear trailing down her face, and hooked her rough pinkie with Zephyr’s. “You’re a sweet child.” Zephyr nodded. She liked being sweet. “His name?” she asked, stuck on the boy who didn't have a family. “Alessandro. Alessandro Villanova. Alpha.”
