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"Are you my dad?" The question made Ryker turn his head instantly, and he froze with his hand on the motorcycle handlebar, staring down at the small boy who'd appeared in the garage and the only thing he could say was this. The kid couldn't be more than six years old with messy dark hair and eyes that were too familiar and knowing for a human child. "What did you say?" Ryker's voice came out rougher than he intended as he crouched down to the boy's level, his wolf stirring with interest beneath his skin.