Cold Little Heart || L.S

Chapter 3: Hot Cocoa

"Where is his sweater?"

Louis could only blink every time Harry asked him a question. Not only were the questions he asked extremely blunt -and extremely, extremely straight forward, but they were confusing -on many levels.

It were as if Harry had taken care of children a million times and knew every question to ask. Wolves were straight forward individuals; it was normal to talk to a stranger, it was normal to go out for lunch with your boss, it was normal to talk to people's children, they were very open.

Louis had only met an actual wolf once and it was when he was in high school. An important member of their government had come and given a speech, they shook his hand and took a picture. Louis really didn't know if all pure-Wolves were as blunt as Harry but, from what he could tell, Harry was on a different level.

Harry had zero filter.

They decided on Louis' car because Abraham's car seat was already there. It almost felt unreal how fast Harry worked -mentally and physically. It made Louis want to scratch his head, and it looked like his son wanted to do the same.

Abraham hadn't cried -or shied away at all since earlier, when Harry first arrived. Louis was actually able to put him down without a sound when he had to show Harry where Abraham's shoes were. The small child simply followed, fast as his small legs could go. He held onto Louis' loose pant leg, head tilting at Harry -especially when Harry sat on the floor to put on his little shoes.

Louis normally had Abraham try to tie one shoe and he'd tie the other, because his son wasn't too good at it yet. Harry put on Abraham's shoes, stood up and looked at Louis before asking again; "where is his sweater?"

Louis looked down at Abraham's feet, no surprise that Abraham was staring at his own feet in confusion. He cupped his hands together, smiling slightly, "Um -I -I mean no disrespect, Harry, but this is all happening really fast?"

Harry lifted an eyebrow, "what is?"

Louis motioned down at Abby then at everything, "just -um, we're a very calm, and slow-ish, family. The pace for Abby, and myself, is quite fast."

Harry nodded, "what do you want me to do?"

Louis pressed his lips together, "Um, well -maybe, slow down?"

"Okay." Harry was plain faced, jaw set. "Where...is...his...sweater?"

Louis put his head down, laughing at Harry's slow speech. He shook his head, "Harry -you're so funny."

The alpha crossed his arms, "I've been told."

Louis now realized Harry was still in his coat, he wanted to ask him if he wanted to remove it.

When Louis' mother was in the military, she was a medic and she had three markings on her whole body -she was Sector One, Wolf Services.

Their military started at one and stopped at three, one being the lowest.

Sector One, which mostly consisted of medical and weapons. Human-Wolves (half-breeds) were allowed only in this sector.

Sector Two consisted of medical, weapons and transformations. Average Pure-Wolves (full-breeds) were allowed in this sector.

Sector Three, being the highest, was only for large transformations specifically -which meant Harry was huge when he changed.