Chapter 112 Wolfie

Chapter 112 Wolfie
\- Alpha Froylan's POV -
From the first day until my last, she would be the only one.
The forest darkened as the sun dipped lower. Shadows stretched long across the ground. The air grew colder. Night was coming.
Then—
“Mommy!”
I froze instantly.
My ears twitched, catching the desperate cry. It cut through the forest like a blade.
A child?
My heart pounded faster. What was a child doing in the middle of the woods at this hour? Darkness was closing in, and soon the forest would crawl with dangers no child could survive.
Another cry echoed, louder this time.
“Mommy!!!”
The sound shattered something inside me.
I turned and saw him.
A little boy, stumbling and crying, searching frantically for someone. His small body trembled. His clothes were dirty, torn at the knees. His cheeks were streaked with tears that glistened in the fading light.
But when my eyes fell on him, something strange happened.
I couldn’t move.
It was as if I was staring at a reflection of myself when I was young.
The resemblance…
The aura…
The pull.
Damn, was I hallucinating?
His hair was dark. His eyes bright despite the tears. His scent—soft, unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting.
Before I could think further, the boy stopped in front of me. His chest heaved as he sobbed, but he didn’t run. He didn’t scream.
He didn’t look afraid of me.
Not even when he saw my wolf form.
Instead—
he looked calm.
Trusting.
“C-can you help m-me find, m-mommy?” His voice was soft, stuttering, but filled with innocence.
My chest tightened painfully. The worry, the fury, the fear that consumed me earlier… all of it eased at his voice.
Why did I feel this way?
Why was I so drawn to this boy?
'Are you not afraid of me?' I asked silently, forgetting for a moment that he wouldn’t understand.
But he looked at me—
and to my shock, he shook his head.
“M-mom told me that w-wolves are f-friends.”
He even smiled.
Warmth spread in my chest, shocking me to the core.
My eyes widened.
'You… you heard me?'
That was impossible.
He wasn’t from my pack.
He wasn’t one of my men.
And yet… he nodded, as if hearing my thoughts clearly.
“H-help me, p-please,” he begged, tears brimming in his eyes. “Help m-me find m-mommy.”
He gave me a pout and puppy eyes that pierced right through me.
Damn.
This child…
he was too adorable.
Too trusting.
Too familiar.
I couldn’t resist.
I sighed deeply.
'Fine. Come. Ride on me.'
His eyes widened.
“R-really!?”
He grinned so brightly it nearly blinded me. Then, with some effort, he climbed onto my back. My wolf form was large, making it a little hard for him, but eventually he clung to me tightly, his small fingers gripping my fur.
His warmth seeped through me.
“Hold on,” I warned before I took off, running once again.
The wind rushed past us. The boy laughed softly, a small, breathless sound that felt out of place in the dark forest.
I told myself my mission was to find Helena, not this boy’s mother.
But still…
I couldn’t leave him alone in the forest.
And for some reason, when he was with me, the fear for Helena didn’t feel so unbearable.
Oh, Helena, where are you?
A small giggle escaped the boy as the wind whipped against his face. I felt him lean closer, his tiny arms hugging me tightly.
'What’s your name?' I asked.
He didn’t answer at first, and I thought he hadn’t heard me.
But then he leaned down, his lips near my fur, and whispered—
“Frost!”
He exclaimed the name proudly, happily.
My heart stopped.
Frost.
The name struck me deep inside, reminding me of ice, of cold…
of Helena.
My Helena.
My wolf growled softly, his tail twitching. The bond inside me screamed louder than ever. This boy, this Frost—
there was something undeniable about him.
Something that made my chest ache.
Something that made my wolf restless.
Something that felt like…
mine.
I pushed the thought away, focusing on the trail. My nose caught it again—
her scent.
Stronger now.
Closer.
My chest burned.
I ran faster, the boy clinging to me as the forest gave way to a clearing.
And there it was.
An abandoned building, its walls cracked, its roof sagging. The windows were broken. The scent of dust, mold, and decay filled the air.
My gut twisted.
No.
Please no.
Her scent poured from inside.
Pain.
Blood.
Fear.
Rage exploded inside me.
When I reached it, I didn’t hesitate.
With one strike, I knocked the door down.
Wood splintered.
Dust filled the air.
My eyes burned red as fury overtook me. My heart thundered in mixed emotions—fear, rage, longing.
And then I saw her.
My Helena.
Bound.
Bloodied.
Bruised.
But still as radiant as ever.
Her hair clung to her face. Blood stained her temple. Rope cut into her wrists. Yet even in pain, even in chains, she was the most beautiful sight I had seen in five years.
Her eyes found mine.
Recognition.
Relief.
Love.
“W-wolf-fie…”
Her weak voice reached me, trembling but alive.
And in that moment—
the world stopped.