Alpha Ryker huffed a small laugh, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He lifted a heavy hand and gently ruffled her hair. "Little pup… you keep staring at me like I'll run off the moment you look away."
Luna sniffed dramatically, ignoring how her nose scrunched up at his teasing. "I'm making sure Daddy okay," she declared, her tiny voice so serious it made his lips twitch. "If Daddy move too much, I bite you. Stay down."
A low chuckle escaped him, though the motion tugged at the healing wound across his ribs. "So fierce," he rumbled, pride shining through the exhaustion in his eyes. "Did you finish your homework, my moon?"
Luna puffed her cheeks, looking scandalized. "Not yet! Teacher said… write one to ten." She squinted at her paper, the numbers clumsy and crooked. Then her tiny eyes darted up to him again, worried, protective, impossibly fierce for such a small wolf. "You sleep. I guard."
