* Alpha Daemon *
I watch Aunt Samara as she fix the food on top of the table beside my bed. It was awkward that a big guy like me is being served by my small Aunt. But she insisted and she knows this rarely happens to me. After all she was more like a mother to me. Both of them took care of me since I was young without my real parents.
"Is Uncle still on patrol?"
She finally finished and signaled me to sit straight and eat. I followed her and then I held the knife and fork to cut the meat.
"Have some soup first Daemon it's better for your stomach since you have been lying in bed for a while. Don't worry about your Uncle he will come back soon. The pack doctor told us that you would wake up so he is probably less worried than the other day."
I didn't argue with her. Not about the soup
