Charles
The soft morning light filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the quiet house. I had always been an early riser, and this morning was no exception. I padded down the hallway, my thoughts still lingering on the dreams of the night.
As I descended the stairs, I listened to the sounds of the house to figure out if anyone was awake in the house. There was no one. Jackson wasn’t even here, and neither was Margaret.
Then, I heard Cecil moving around in her room. She went to the door and opened it before looking up at me with brilliantly glowing eyes.
Beta. She was a beta lycan, it seemed. I supposed I was affecting everyone in the house more than I anticipated.
"Morning, Cecil," he said, returning her smile.
“Morning,” she skipped to my side and took my hand
