PYRO’S POV

Her adorable chuckle made me chuckle, too. I was teaching her the simple keys on the piano. I watched her small hands placed to where I taught.

“We have no piano in our pack, but Papa established recyclable woods so I can play.” I could see the spark of happiness in the depths of her eyes. Her small voice was just like a piece of music in my ear.

“How’s your Mama?”

Her cute small eyes widened. “You know my Mama?”

“Yes, we’re…” I gazed down on the piano, “friends.”

“Really? Mama is not feeling well. Papa said she might be pregnant.”

I could not move my body....