Alpha Tyson’s POV.
Sitting at my mother’s bedside, I watched her chest rise and fall with each labored breath.
“She’ll be alright, right?” I kept asking the doctor while he administered the necessary drugs.
“She just needs rest, she will be up within a day or two.” He said, assuring me that she was not that badly hurt.
I nodded. What else could I do?
“Thank you, doc.” I said once again as I watched him return to my father who stood outside, watching everything that was going on.
Father looked ill already from watching his mate sick but he was strong.
He was like I was, he wouldn’t show it.
“I told your son, the Luna will be fine.” I heard the doctor repeat the same words to my father and then the rest of the conversation continued in hushes and whispers.
While they talked, my mind
