Alarick looked to his mate, It had been a day of Dawn fighting. Alarick made sure to be available for every feeding or doctor’s visit. He had asked the other Alphas to return to their packs, but help gather resources to fit this marking and the possible battles to come. The pack wasn’t having any other problems.
“Alarick, you have to eat.”
He looked at Veta. “You don’t have to keep badgering me. The twins did that enough before they left.”
Veta sat on the couch in the hospital room. “If you don’t eat, Dawn won’t be strong enough to fight.”
“Fine.” He growled. “Has the coven found anything yet?”
Veta sighed, “not yet. Freya is working harder than I have ever seen. We will figure this out Alpha.”
A knock sounded. “Come in.”
Lord Byron came in. “I have some news.”
“Good or bad?”
