Rufus' POV:
I froze on the spot and my mind went completely blank. I could only feel my heart being squeezed. It took me a while to come back to my senses.
I pried the little girl's hands off, squatted down, and looked at her seriously. "What's your name?" The little girl tilted her head to the side and looked at me in confusion. "You're my dad. How could you not know my name?"
I was choked. "I'm not your father," I said in a hoarse voice.
"Huh?" The little girl's doe-like eyes went as wide as saucers. "Daddy, are you playing games with me?"
I touched my forehead helplessly. "No, I'm not playing games with you."
"All right." The little girl wrapped her chubby fingers around my index finger and said solemnly, "My name is Beryl, but you should call me Baby Beryl."
"Okay, Beryl."
"It's Baby Beryl." The little girl puffed out her cheeks indignantly.
I had no choice but to compromise. "Well... Okay, Baby Beryl. Can you tell me where you're from?" Beryl thought for a while and shook her head, at a loss. "Didn't I come from your belly, Daddy?"
I felt my head hurt. I didn't know whether I should explain to her that only she-wolves could get pregnant and give birth to babies, not male werewolves. But she was so young that I figured she wouldn't understand. I couldn't help but wonder if the little girl had been bonked on the head too hard.
"Do you still remember your family? Who's your Mommy?" I asked patiently.
Beryl shook her head again, her eyes welling up with tears. "I can't remember. Daddy, aren't you my family?"
The little girl looked as though she would burst into tears if I said no.
I quickly dropped the topic and called the doctor in. "Is she okay? She seems to be a bit confused."
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